No Stopping The Carousel Of Time!

The inescapable reality
consigning one at birth
automatically includes no breath
oblige premise, whereat

existence can terminate
with sudden,
and untimely inexplicable death
cruel ploy wrought,

whence randomly begat
into this webbed wide world
grim reaper nonchalantly,
asper macabre Vaudevillian

character cane twirled
automatically infers
cessation of livingsocial
with no forewarning,

where nutty squirreled
memories become indelibly engraved
(photogravure) inherently
pervasive I apprise imperiled,

which ever present
unavoidable demise,
(albeit a bleak thought)
looms larger as orbitz

(demarcating sans initial debut),
each subsequent anniversary flies
faster as staying alive finds
every mortal getting

older, where guise,
which gloomy thought didst arise
with the windmills
of my mind particularly,

sans unwelcome thought,
when my person dies
came to mind, while subtle
diminution to exercise

asthma body, mind, and spirit
approaches sixth decade (come
January 13th, 2019),
the harsh reality lies

within this cognitive,
intuitive, and fully
still operative flesh and bone
aware of becoming deceased

increases in direct proportion
as another year done
and all to quickly, irrevocably gone,
when deplorably belatedly

late life self discover
re: visa vis hone
passion with words specially,
possibly, feasibly encrypted

while supinely prone
on deathbed with
onset of rigor mortis,
yet just barely

enough buffer'n strength
to etch said chicken scratchings,
hens forth before
mine unbeknownst cremation

whereat Facebook friends invited -
cost will be...ahem...
(no more than one rolling stone)
presently concludes any
subsequent poetic endeavors
shot thru with quasi morbid tone.