Memento Mori in Five Syllables

​Something awful may

happen tomorrow.

Some terrible thing

may be waiting for

mourning.  Think on this:

The car you leave in

never arrives.  The

voices you hear are

whispering lies.  The

hankie you touch to

your lips fills with blood.

Think of the skull on

the mantle.  Ponder

Boethius et al.

Turn Terror away.

Make today quiet,

humorous and good.