These are the rough edges of the start of a poem,

as I think of death- which spares no-one,
and I think of the lives that we all lead,
thinking about things we humans need,
asking for something I want from G-d,
no more or less than an affirmative nod,
and I find myself shuckling/swaying,
as I peck at my keyboard I find that I'm praying,
and I realize I've been doing this all along
my life is a psalm that's made me strong
and I need to pause now, whether I'm right or wrong
one way or another it's time we all move on.