G.R. Gaus - December Midnight

Описание

Winter's day has seen its last, The clocks are winding down, O're the hills a shadow's cast, Lamenting; the lonely sound. Desolation again and again, The chair it rocks the seconds, Gazing through a dirty pane, Upon emptiness that beckons. Counting years, long foregone, Empty home's, a living tomb, Distant friends, all passed on, Daylight; moves room to room. A tear dried track upon the cheek, Fond memories burn the mind, Once youth, now feeble and weak, All things; must pass with time. Darkness falls gently o're the land, A cold body embraced by the bed, Hourglass empty's, last grain of sand, Opened book, will lie unread. Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust, A calm settles through the home, Even new metal shall turn to rust, Our demise we must face alone. Epitaph Choose; this day, with whom you wish to be, Choose wisely of now, through your eternity. G.R. Gaus poemhunter.com/poem/december-midnight/