death's an old joke

death's an old joke

but it comes fresh to everyone

subtracting from the sum:

one less garden for the flower

one less minute on the hour

one less falcon flying home

one less question left to roam.

as i feel sure of what to say,

i love you more each passing day.

i love you now irrevocably,

pulling you closer to comfort me,

confiding intimacy

bolder & more daring

more tranquil & more caring,

our beautiful hands enfolding,

soft yet firmly holding:

side-by-side we admire the tree.

i love you now irrevocably,

pulling you closer to comfort me.

death's an old joke

but it comes fresh to everyone

subtracting from the sum.