passing time

is this what we do to pass time when

our hair is bobbed in grey, some of us 

hunched over a keyboard, some still erect

and at task

even when the tempo is "rock n roll"

the music shuffles, one can hear the suede

brush against the stage with each change

 of key signature

what is our key signature these days, having 

gone from major to minor, and our volume

has diminished from forte to piannissimo

we creep about life, wondering what to do 

with ourselves as we are busy avoiding the

steady stare of Death.