The minute hand swept backwards as the seconds ticked away,
It held a small eraser that took more every day.
Friends that once came fleetly stand now all alone;
Anthems sung sweetly, today dirges intone.
Many brothers fallen, markers been called in,
Eternal rest granted if we forgo sin?
Dark and dreary sunsets chill me to the bone,
Pray souls find solace; happy eternal homes.
Time supplants bitter with dread exhaustion,
As contemplate we our half empty coffins.
Call out to the waxen, they make no reply,
To everything a season, each of us dies.
Pebbles in the calm pond, send out ripples true,
Cold, eternal slumber waits for me and you.