The inevitable

As we get older as years go by
Not as agile not as spry
Closer to the day we die
The well of youth has runneth dry
We'd rather not be,yet we're honest
Faces we once considered flawless
The wrinkles of which have made us modest
Don't resemble that of a God or Goddess
Things that worked now seldom do
Some know what I'm referring to
Those who don't,be sure that you
Use them before they bid adieu
When we're born we're already dying
Perhaps that's why we come out crying
But what if no one ever died
No one left behind to cry
No deeds left undone no words left unsaid
No mourners around a hospital bed
No crooked line for which we wait
For hours on end to finally go straight
No time to consider or contemplate
We may be the next to meet this fate

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