The rain falls gently
Cleansing me of the day
From whence children play
And old men sit and
Speak of time long past.
Now here I stay alone
Gazing at a moon of stone
And cold nights filled with
Remembering what I once had
While bones are not broken
Time has most certainly spoken
And we are ancient and frail
Bodies that will fall soon.
As a token of a one-time lover
I give you the moon for cover
So that at least you’ll have
The night for company in the end
And it will hover beside you
Reminding you what is true
And what is only time
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment