The Shorter Days

Let's end it now,
Before the cold sets in.
Let's run from Father Time,
Before he can gray a hair.

Quick! We can still flee this place.
Before our favorite memories fade.
Before all we can recall
is the color of tea with too much milk.

Can you bear the thought of being here,
when we are left for books unread?
When the children forget our names?
Or we loose them all together?

We could last forever.
In the way that nothing does.
We could never pray again
and be just as blessed.

Let's tear this little world apart
and marvel from afar.
Snow will still get shoveled
and Christmas will still come.

Yes, let's end it now.
Me and you.
In one blink, one breath.
Gone, before the cold sets in.