The Old Man's Story

A piece of paper,
   pair of lips,
A kind man's story
   barely fits
Inside the space,
   inside the time
Of every day
   that passes by.

He tries, he hurries
   rushing on,
To fit his words,
   but they're too long.
He  pushes, pulls,
   screams and kicks,
But nothing makes
   his story fit.

Still he speaks,
   and still he writes
As he tries to win
   the pointless fight.
And finally
   with his last breath-
His story's done,
   he triumphed death.