M O R T A L I T Y
R U L E S!
Death for me seems far away
though it’s right on the tip of my tongue.
My age spares me another day
yet even the good die young.
So many, so few, so confused, misunderstood…
live not as they wish, die not as they would.
There’s a tune to death, a verse to life,
happy dark melody, wordless strife.
Life, Death, the song’s half sung,
for even the good, the good die young.