Death,

It is as if 2 planets were to collide
Storming across space with a fury
And it seems you feel there is no hurry
You feel there is all the time in the world
To grow up and become old and worn down
Then you find you must use a cane to walk through your town
For you the planets become closer everyday
And there is nothing to stop its furious storm
Yet you gaze through space to only see a small sphere
You see it and not worry, you feel
That there is plenty of time to do the good things
Ring the bell at church and have it make those roaring dings
But when you finally think of it
And try to do it when you see fit
You finger tips are already touching the majestic lands of an alienated
world...