Your generation is bowing out,
Many willingly and gracefully,
But your likes insist on
Staying a little longer.
While many are leaving ....
Looking forward to transition,
You continue to dwell in the mundane
Fighting against time and age.
Why my lady, why my lady?
Are there secrets in the mundane?
What is it that keeps you from leaving?
What is it that is pulling you back?
Lest you forget my dear lady
Time is ever forward, not back
Age is growing, not regressing -
Have you not prepared enough?
You can lie to us my lady
With all your might and strength -
Never to your conscience
Never to the Almighty!
Listen not to the call of desire,
Neither of the flesh!
But to your heart, where your soul resides
To your conscience who'll be with you for ever.
Time to sail on my lady
Time to let go of this precious gem
Stare the horizon, listen to the wind
Malakal Mawt* is beckoning!
* Arabic for Angel of Death
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