A metaphysical poem

When we live with an awful breath,
They wish,whisper and give treats.
We are dead, when waitin' like a dry leaf
To be adorned, burned or waitin' for a treat.
When yesterdays are burried,
Then tomorrows are flurried,
A day to live and think,
It is wasted like a wink
It's today wasted like a blink,
It's today wasted like a wink.
(c) LGV September 05, 2002