Time for Writing

We must have time for writing
Before the funeral pyre
Let’s find an hour for scribbling
On our way to the eternal fire

Apply our pens to paper
The nurse is at the door
Get the keyboard humming
In the shade of death’s bloody claw

Find the muse, record her words
Before the axe’s fall
Make some marks, leave a trace
Beyond the doctor’s final call

We must have time for writing,
For painting, singing, making
Death takes the he from heart
So all that’s left is art