An Extra Death
For every breath is an extra death
For every spice of life taken is another spicy death given
For every celebration begat an unborn mourning
For every brighter morning lies a darken moaning
What joyful tears fall in my shadow of fears?
When does my trailer of labour and stress
Eventually bore unclaimed bountiful years
Why does untold relief come in her brighter colour of deceit?
That our unborn years would embarrass us trouble free
For every birthday that is here
Our deathbeds are near
How joyful how sad
Whether fat, thin or black
White, bad, thirtyfive or ninety five
Our every breath sucks our extra life
Vanity just vanity, ignore not this pathetic tale
Like you ignore you nagging husband or wife.