The Urban Elf

Laughing as we do
In this minor key
Pretending it doesn’t hurt
The passage of time
The fading of our flower
The aging of our grace
Defiantly constructing
Our newest now best face
There is a point
One must question
The terms of winning
This race.
Is it already lost
Or is the clock still running?
Can any amount of wit
Or cunning
Defeat the landslide of time?
We hope and try
We do or we die,
But do we die alone?
This is what we defy
This is our do or die
This is the crux and the cross
Of all we have to bear.