we watch with fearful eye
as it comes for those we love
for those we admire
and even those we don’t care about
we rail when it comes prematurely
we cry in desparation over the injustice of its actions
and as we age its circle begins to surround us
closing in with inevitability
until the finger points
and beckons us forward
are we ready?
no one is ever ready
but we go anyway.