'Remembrance'
Don’t grow old my man,
just find surplus love at the bottom of a can,
you don’t want to die from old age,
don’t want to write to the bottom of the page,
you want to remain forever sixteen,
without burdens as a free libertine.
Age cannot weary the most infant of hearts,
cannot dismantle such complex parts,
dying for pride may not be such a sin,
but did you think about the next of kin?
In the end we cannot get away,
tied to the wheel until our dying day.
Now we’re at the going down of the sun,
and it looks like you’ve lost and nature’s won,
look back to the hope of a new morning,
you can hear the past forever calling,
over the parapet of a trench made from bone,
I stare at your name etched on a stone.
