Those Enamoured By Death

Those enamoured by death who of immortality dream Suffer of delusion or so it does seem For in the scale of time everything seems to fade And the dead cannot witness their memorial parade. Any normal thinking person be it woman or man Would wish for to live for as long as they can When you draw your last breath you will not hear the sobs of the tears Or it will not matter to you if you are forgotten in weeks or remembered for years. When the breath of life from their bodies it forever has gone Those with inflated egos hope their fame will live on But the living to the dead never drink a toast And life is the thing that to us matter most. It has to do with the ego just that and nothing more This dream of a life beyond this Earthly shore And even fame has on it a use by date So life is the thing we ought to celebrate.