Des de Moor
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Now I'm older, death is a young man,
Not the skull-faced spook from The Seventh Seal
But a bronze Adonis with eyes as blank
As a half-filled diary's empty pages.
It's not only the old that are dying
And at close of day, there's burning rages
For a hundred loose ends, for the lovers and friends,
For the wind into which we were pissing
When we never knew what we were missing,
For the might-have-been, could-have-been, never-was life we've been living.

Last orders, please.
Never mind the hours in churches on your knees,
Never mind the agonies and ecstasies--
There would always be time for one more.
Last orders, please.
Whether it's from old age or disease
Or even in among the accidental casualties
You would still want to even the score.
You will beg one hour more
But you'll surely be shown the door.

Last orders, please.
All those years in offices and factories
Lining nests for dubious posterities
When the hours seemed to go by so slow.
Last orders, please.
Early bath or stick round for centenaries
But even if you say please or pretty please
In the end, there's an end to the show.

Before I go -- Today or tomorrow
Before I go -- False promises ring hollow
Before I go -- With the realisation that there's nothing to follow
Before I go -- Just annihilation. Should be inspiration
Before I go -- To change this world from tears into laughter,
Before I go -- Forgetting the fabled hereafter.
Before I go -- We've nothing to lose in the trying:
Before I go -- If life is a bitch unless you're fucking rich
No wonder we're so scared of dying.