Ballad of Getting Older
Time came by to see me.
It was in disguise.
"Your lease is up," Time said,
with phony, heavy sighs.
I am the age I am.
What can I do?
I am not dead yet, no,
but I'm not new.
Of course I'm scared to die,
faith in God aside.
Time came by to see me.
It said something snide.
I'm alive. And next I'll die.
That's pretty much the tale.
Time said my lease is up,
my place in space for sale.
Time and space, death and life:
the basics of our being.
Faith is concentrated on
what's beyond the seeing.
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