• awkwardoggo 5w

    Old Man Death

    Petals
    Onetime supple flesh of white
    Now brown and limp
    Sweet aromas replaced with the odour of decay
    A reminder of my
    Mortality and how,

    Merely two things are ensured at birth:
    Death and change
    I should be panicked - at times I am
    Yet I see this as an,

    Open invitation
    To relish every moment as it passes
    Cry euphoric tears
    Do things I never imagined possible
    Until it is time,

    For old man death
    To clutch my hand
    And pave the way

    To eternal damnation