Time Running Down Poem by William B. Deutscher

Our melodrama plays,
this moment won't last.
The future will fade
into a permanent past.
Such a bad end
to a very poor start!
Eternity leveled
to the beat of a heart.
Meaningless pain
around the bend,
we dissemble
once again.
Plundered beauty,
all pretend;
gratuitous, cruel
gasping breath,
banality of fools,
ignominious death.
The twist of a knife.
We all must die:
our atoms will fly
on the wind of a short
sad life.