Memento Mori ~ Brent Harris

At the risk that I repeat
I am not feeling replete
By cars upon my street
I know I’m not an elite

Fearing I only baa, bleat
As my hours vanish fleet
Till I’m but merely meat
And lying ‘neath the peat

For life’s rarely ever neat
It’s messy and indiscreet
Sun, rain, snow and sleet
As life ends, it’s complete