I know the time will come to say goodbye
although I know I am not ready yet
once granted life we want to never die
but death will always stalk us like regret
there are so many things I want to say
surrender of the soul provides a rest
as time so quick and quietly slips away
compared to life I rate that second best
compelled each day to write another rhyme
a cruel companion trails my every stride
I know that I am running out of time
and mortal gods are still my only guide
perhaps this life is but a metaphor
where I continue on my weary way
until I find some secret open door
so I will not give in to death’s dismay
but even now I hear its stealthy tread
it waits for me to look upon its face
and though I would outrun my haunting dread
I know I’ll never win this futile race
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