Live

Death becomes us all they say

By train or car or heroin

Be you Irish, Italian or Bedouin

Fight it not, be merry, play

Live and lust for life aplenty

Fools or kings or cognoscenti

Wine and love and mind expanding

All improve your quest’s good standing

Burn the candle at both ends

Time after death for body mend

Up all night and up all day

Surely, soon, we all must fade

Death becomes us all they say

By cancer, aids or just plain fate

Live it up and don’t be late

Meet your maker, grin in place

William dePerra