Ol’ Death is highly overrated
Tho it’s the fate to which we’re fated.
That dude with the scythe and the dark grey cloak
Will come for us all, and it ain’t no joke.
The Cosmic Wheel will creak and turn
While the sun and stars continue to burn
And eventually, we’ll all be found
A-sleeping underneath the ground.
We’ll feel no itch; no need to scratch
As we lie in our rustic “Bury Patch.”
Meantime, I’m happy still to be
Not staring at the pointy end of the tee.
[Inspired by Grace Davis, who has pointed out noted Scottish psychologist R. D. Laing’s observation that “Life is a sexually transmitted disease and the mortality rate is one hundred percent.”]