Death is the punchline that leaves us bereft
the gag we don’t get ’cause we’ve already left.
The last gasp of humour from our maker it seems
is to poison our lives and ruin our dreams.
For Death walks beside us in the shadows so deep
and stares in the window when we’re fast asleep.
As we live through days that we hope will not end
Death’s our companion but never our friend.
Of course we ignore him for each of us know
that it’s futile to fight this formidable foe.
But the joke’s on the joker for each day that we gain
by living and loving we drive Death insane.