The Death Factory

The path is winding, Twisting and stretching. Reminding us all to keep minding The things we do. Our lives - Are coming to a close. This we know, As we all march along. The world is drifting, Slipping and falling, As it comes into view. No life is better, Than living this way. I hope it is swift And I can leave today. The whole of us all; We shake and shiver. We know this is the last, The last of our tremors. The path is winding, Twisting and stretching. I hope it keeps reminding The things that I did.