The Years That We Live Are Never Long (A Villanelle Upon Hearing of My Friend's Passing Forward From This World)

Alas, the years that we live are never long,
Some go healthy, some go sick,
Fight as we may it seems wrong.

Some look weak and some look strong,
It can seem slow and it can seem quick,
Alas, the years that we live are never long.

Our hope to never leave strings us along,
We believe we'll find a magic trick,
Fight as we may, it seems wrong.

We dream we'll write our own song,
Think the end is something we can pick,
Alas, the years we live are never long.

We consider raging, raging on,
We hold back, act in a way that's politic,
Fight as we may it seems wrong.

We say that in G-d's plan we belong,
Even when suddenly we fall like a brick,
Alas, the years that we live are never long,
Fight as we may, it seems wrong.