Perhaps I'll miss the sun the most
That yellow ball of burning gas
It cheered me up for many years
My go to star since kindy class
I'll also miss the moon and stars
Those lovely objects in the sky
They waned and twinkled constantly
My friends who never said goodbye
But most of all I'll miss the earth
The leafy mass of land and sea
It picked me up right to the end
My home and happy family
The end is coming, no chance to stop it
Sooner or later the kings and queens fall
Chess pieces moving, time limit waning
Play on my friend to the last bugle call
Last moves are pending, no way to dodge them
In the long run there is but one short straw
Chessmen attacking, cutoff point looming
Finish the game and let's call it a draw
Life is a game of diminishing returns
An hourglass of sand flowing down night and day
The top bulb for birth and the beauty of youth
The lower bulb represents death and decay
The amount a man gets is up to the stars
An unseen yet all-knowing outcome of fate
The volume of sand and how fast the grains fall
Only destiny knows how much and the rate
Life is a game of horizonless fortunes
A lottery ticket doled out at no cost
The numbers pop up in a haphazard way
Most wagers wash out but with all fingers crossed
The world is full of assholes
Not to mention crusty cunts
Raring hustlers all the way
High-and-mighty reckless runts
The world is full of halfwits
Not to mention eager jerks
Scrappy comers one and all
Simpleminded grocery clerks
The world is full of dickweeds
Not to mention snakes and skunks
Gung ho live wires to the end
Self-assertive pushy punks
It's as plain as ringing bells
Chiming crystal clear the call
Every man must face the end
See the writing on the wall
It's as grim as blood and guts
Proving interim the haul
Every man must face his death
Heed the writing on the wall
It's as sure as dawn to dusk
Making evident the fall
Every man must face the truth
Trust the writing on the wall
There is no stopping them
The lost and never found
They bob like bloated turds
Their reason deeply drowned
There are cerebral souls
Minds open, clear and sound
Freethinking human beings
Feet planted on the ground
There is no swaying them
No turning them around
Thick toxic horned lizards
Pinheaded pound for pound
There are enlightened ones
Skins red, white, black and brown
Seeking truth in science
And never backing down
I wonder about the place I will die
Will I pass on in pain or sedated
Clutching my chest as I shower or shave
Guess I'd rather flatline medicated
I wonder about the time I will croak
Will I go out alone or with others
Dreaming in bed with my wife alongside
Is the best way if I had my druthers
I wonder about the way I will end
Will I perish awake or while snoozing
Biting the dust in the light or the dark
Only fate wields the power of choosing
Take heart my one and only twin
And grab the tiger by the tail
Fear not the cocksure kiss of death
As you make haste the final sail
Take heart my sure and loyal friend
For life is but a rowboat dream
Fear not the mattress of demise
As you drift gently down the stream
Take heart my true and lasting chum
And face the music with a smile
Fear not the looming Pearly Gates
As you conclude the crowning mile
Blow, blow, blow off steam
Till the rafters shake
Get it off your chest
Do not bend or break
Vent, vent, vent like mad
Till the cows come home
Tell the gutsy truth
Wither you may roam
The raucous roar of pounding surf falls gently pon my ears
The morning sunlight warms my skin from face to flat bare feet
Still sailing, cruising, drifting like a ghostship through the years
My crossing near the watershed where death and I shall meet
The curing call of lapping waves alleviates my fears
The morning sea breeze hugs my soul from head to tender toes
Still coasting, floating, wafting in spindrifts of salty tears
My passage into ripe old age now steady as she goes
You're all those things rolled into one
Musician, artist, leading man
You're all those things right here and now
No fuss, no mess, no other than
You're all those things both good and bad
Chess player, poet, rambling man
You're all those things right to the end
No more, no less, no greater than
