Our days and nights are duly decked
with celebrity deaths. We pause, reflect,
and grieve again the common loss.
(We’re all Time’s bitch, the final boss
embodied by, of course, a clock.
To whom does this come as a shock?)
And who will mourn the day we die?
And who remain to tell our tale
when memory’s cloth fades past the pale?
While we’re still here to laugh and cry,
let’s share some coffee, you and I.
— Brenner