Death always wins.
But for now, a mantra to employ:
to enjoy.
Iv come to say upon this day,
and not too far away,
under there, or there, il lay.
After my stay, what will they say?!
Withdrawing a memory reflecting
a figmant of my whole,
remember!? ah, he was such and such
and such, a soul!
Any of those who have ever been
around you like you are gone or going.
Regardless of whether in retrospect
they were worth knowing.
So sit still,
let free be will,
until, all comes blowing.