Death Is A Dark Tune

Death is a dark tune That arrives on a dark day When nothing is going your way And the storms break through Your perfectly arranged world Rattle your windows, And chill you to the bone. If you should come suddenly There won't be hot tea brewing Or clean towels laid out just for you I might be in the middle Of a lengthly novel Forgive me if I'm brusque then I hate interruptions. It's nothing personal Just give me some time To compose myself, Look around once more: It may seem humble to you But remember nobody Has made any assurances About what's coming next I want to remember How this feels. It may be that I could find my way Around your dark paths Maybe stumble a little; But pick up again, Go on having my predictable Thoughts, make myself Another cozy place, settle down We're all just searching For a little peace anyway, Aren't we? You really should Get with me on this.