A Friend in Death
It is Death.
No longer foe,
An adversary not.
No longer foe,
An adversary not.
My dreams it frequents.
My psyche it befriends.
For Death, it’s Camelot.
My psyche it befriends.
For Death, it’s Camelot.
Age. When we’re young, everyone seems like they’re older. When we’re old, everyone seems like they’re younger.
Where did all those middle years go?