for life's wind in my head
it refuses to play dead
and keeps resisting the forces of changing

You can find the full poem by @madevi here.

Lingering thoughts,
Refuse to vacate the depths of my mind,
Time forces its hands upon me,
Squeezing the life from my bones,
Piercing me with the pain of age,
As death draws closer,
Sending my head into a vicious rage.

Each day brings it near,
The last day is uncertain,
Without life we would not face death,
Its mood is like a foul stench,
One that cannot be covered,
It can only be tamed,
Keeping the mind preoccupied.