Death may sometimes rattle our life

Farewell to a fellow of greater status and age.

The wood combined with the ages of wisdom leaves tracks left unlocked by fresh sage,

the wrinkles crinkle and the wood dries and cracks,

the silk drapes hang with dapper,

black candles line the coffin,

the sap of the wood increases in volume,

the bucket grows full with time and money,

be emptied on sidestreets to feed the poor and funny.

The deathbed is uneven, watches and gold medallions left unbalanced,

the ticking and the tocking, the earning and the spending,

when its your time for darkness its your time for ending,

or entering rather into the depths of the dimension,

leaving birds singing and freely to be,

to inspire and to grow families on turfs unheard of,

to build nests and to defend what time tries to take,

it's like the sail twisting towards the angle of the wake,

its like creeks and lakes forming deltas into oceans,

ideas sprout and seeds grow bleak then open,

like seasons passing and changing with all of life's lessons rearranging,

it is now time to not muddle in death, but enjoy what we have left.

With each step, a new path is forged, the footprints all unevenly unmatched,

time is the only constant conveyer belt,

money is the only crutch that will make us fall,

believe nothing of the surface, travel to all the corners of the earth,

love the soil we live on and praise the dirt we grow on,

respect the elders who have passed and be intrigued by the lives to come,

extract knowledge like fruit juices,

give thanks to all that we have, respect all that we don't have.

Greed is the only thing that causes suffering in the world,

money is everyone's favorite vice,

never examine life by the individual footsteps, but instead by the path of the journey.

Let death not bring you down, but instead let it inspire you to create more life left in its wake.

Time and gold don't melt as well as flesh, let's make sure we know what's important in life.

R.I.P.