death

we
the living, old or new,
moving steadily
towards you.

the stupid,
the sincere,
the bad,
the feared

strolling, walking,
running, ambling,
pushing, pulling,
other times even smiling.

winning some,
some losing,
breezing at times
at times, cruising

our burdens
we often tighten,
other times we
do manage to lighten

the roads
may be weary,
but we cling
how so ever deary

you must find
these attempts feeble
smart mankind,
still unable

to conquer you,...death.