The days zoom by at ever faster speed

Time contracts (unlike Einstein claimed it would).

With half of it gone, there’s twice as much need

To get something done before I’m fly food

Just as they suck the juice out, so my mood

Dictates imitation; I’ll drain it dry

Before evaporation can denude

This living body opportunity.

Sometimes I almost envy bird or fly

Live faster, die younger (the rocker’s creed)

Still conscious of the reaper’s shadowed hood

Behind each bush, but unlikely to cry

At some far distant end when others feed,

As they do, on the freshest flesh and blood

More light-hearted meditations on our inevitable end to begin the New Year in a negative way. Things can only get better? Think again!