My Enemy

My enemy is growing old
and shortly will be dead.
There'll be no fiction to be told,
there'll be no tears to shed.

My enemy is fading fast
and shortly will be gone.
There'll be no fiction for the last,
there'll be no woe at dawn.

My enemy is in a grave
and shortly will be dust.
There'll be no fiction then to save,
there'll be no grief to trust.

My enemy is history
and shortly will be lost.
There'll be no fiction left to see,
there'll be no final cost.