Six Weeks to Live

Death is not a stranger here
He's but the elder brother.
And worthy of a high revere
To share the Earth as Mother.

We honor the younger brother Birth
With annual celebration.
For Death, we find no cause for mirth,
We give him indignation.

No songs about "Happy Die-day"
Will welcome this old friend.
For him it's thirteenth on Friday
Unlucky to the end.

For me, Death doesn't conjure fears
It's just another given.
Whether six weeks or six more years
I guess I'll just keep livin'.