Face with dignity the dreaded Pied Piper
Follow his lead and not hesitate in your stride
The end is everyone’s fate
No argument has ever won its case
So quit a struggle that you can’t win
Face with fortitude the cruel Leveler
Honorable men proclaim their great deeds
With ignoble dealings veiled by deceit
Wastrels who spent the day and threw away the night
Rued their wanton ways and but not soon enough
Face the unkind Reaper with head held high,
Moribund journeymen with keen eyes see
Staring wildly at an overcast ethereal terrain
Give up, give up, the rally is futile and tiring,
And, for you, my brother, the events are cast
Fight not fate, give up the struggle
Your fateful number has been drawn
Move on, you’re holding back the queue
At the rear they are giving a hefty shove
Face him now, the ruthless Thanatos
Eddie Roa
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/thanatopsis-4/
