Closer To Death

Every year we get closer
to our fear  
the big gate
the end awaits
to ever draw near ,
we celebrate , enebriate
from death you know
we cannot escape

Children always
try to be
much older ,
they grow ,
then young is their
dream .


A baby has a candle
on a cake
the years get scrambled
like cattle  
gathered vague .
 
Birthday beers
the annual
party animal
make no mistake
your fate
is more powerful
each digit we make
we quake
to ruined castles
life a battle
we from break
with no date
or compassion .