the last immortal thoughts of being mortal

  
 
the last of the Black Eyed  
Susan's have been taken  
by the scythe's frost  
blade of  
autumn    
   
tomorrow is no    
longer the
plaything  
of time  
   
the bottle of youth has
been drained bone  
dry by years of    
drinking    
   
...it has come,  
   
   ...it has come,  
      
      ...it has come,  
   
and it has found    
me.