What do they say about it? The stars.

We know it is in them

Which star, if only one? Or ones, then?

Mostly we spend our time choosing

To ignore it. Running from it even.

We work, buy, save, cook and clean

We polish, rid, replace, renovate

We kiss, love, soothe, hate and strike out at someone

We get in and out of cars and trucks

We get on and off buses, planes and trains

Once in a while there’s a funeral                       

Ye bronze coffin, Mate!

There we sit in the church

At the service. How everyone’s aged!

We cry with the rest. Or manage not to

Our time’s coming, we know. Shhh…

Just don’t mention it out loud, honey

Easier to ignore it. Or run from it.

Preparations?

Now I know you’re out of your foolish mind!