There is no way to win, no best to make,
No comfort shining in the midst of loss
No matter what we dot or what we cross
Or short term realise, we lose our stake.
There’s nothing fair, there is no even break,
We diet, exercise, we even floss,
We love our lives and live, but death will toss
To win it all again, and take and take.
So all of us inevitably die,
I hate it, but it keeps on being true.
We can’t make bets or bargains, or know why.
Death comes to us, and die we must, and do.
Let’s face it, there will come a day that I
Go down into that darkness. Also you.
5th October 2016