Memento Mori

Don't look now, beyond mortality's inequitable shambles

For the hourglass drains in a ring of guttering candles

Focus forwards, whilst time is a concept of linear motion

And ponder not that you might be the next one chosen

Rainbows rising, blue skies, the blossom sprawling

Let the songbirds chorus be your only calling

Catch the breeze and bathe in the glory of sun-kissed days

And dwell on the ethereal, but not the words of knaves

Lead your life, for there is no need to follow

For what's here today, maybe gone tomorrow

Spring into summer, for you'll fall into winter

Beam with true awe and never settle for a simper

For all too soon you'll take note of the fog that's forming

And you'll learn to fear the raven and its malevolent cawing

When forever is never, then what are the seasons; four

The fifth is the silence that darkness obscures

Time is a privilege, that is given, until reclaimed by remotion

But on the cusp of the void you'll be alone and the only one chosen

To be cast adrift, an intangible shade, in a sea of shadows

An empty space in the depths, beyond life's ebbing shallows

Don't look now, just contemplate, memento mori

Knowing there'll be no escape, for you are mortality's quarry

So lead your life without angst, or any oppressive sorrow

For what's here for you today cannot possibly follow