The Elder's Maze

The blossom of youth's flower
Gives way to death this very hour
When bombs fall and time ticks away
Your eyes turn dim, your hair turns gray

You are older now and no one seems to care
Your desire is to run away
But everyone just stares

These grotesque features
Make you shiver and shake
And all the while the
Fuel your hate

Into the mirror you gaze
Trying to find a way out
Of the Elder's Maze

Hurry, quicken your steps,
They are not far behind
Death, Hades and old father time

They chase and chase until they catch you
You resist all you can
But in the end, they take what is due

Now upon your deathbed you lie
Giving way to anger, as the angels, they cry
Holding out your hand so old
Withering, decrepit and cold
You watch as your own demise takes hold
And within this Elder's maze, enters the soul

Originally Written 3/26/2004