ON THE HORIZON

Death watches over all of us
From the day we're born.
The Devil looks into our eyes
And stares at us with scorn.
No matter if we beg and plead
Death will come our way.
All around is evidence
That death is here today.
Cemeteries are full of bones.
People who have gone.
Not one will ever come again
Not Jane, nor Jill, nor John.
So when the Devil laughs at you
And says your turn is next
No point in getting angry.
No point in getting vexed.