I know

That when the old scream

The scream for death

But when the young scream

They scream against it

I know

That when the old dream

They dream of death

But when the young dream

They dream of love

and the one they would embrace

They dream of hope

And the view from the mountaintop;

It’s evidence of entropy

Infecting like a virus

That years away or child

Leaving us mummified

From the dry and salt stained years