The day’s begun with a hug and kiss,
The mother waves an eternal bliss;
The father smiles, the son’s assured,
(The world’s all right) the son’s matured.
The mind clings to days of bliss, to
Moments lived, to friendships shared, to
Lovers loved; but the maggots call:
The sirens scream and the needles near,
The skin’s exposed and, Oh, how terribly cold!
The walls are swaying and the shadows dancing,
Night’s approaching and eternity’s awaiting,
Mother’s wailing and father’s fading.