Time is a river, one that ends in a waterfall.
Tedium comes and tedium goes
The clock and the heart forever foes
My peers the envy of statues keep
No running, no moving, only sleep
We rise and wash and eat a little
And rest and sit for we’re so brittle
Like living dead the old folk shuffled
Whispering of ages past we’re soon muffled
As candles bright fade to embers
And the human race loses more members
I walk this quiet and empty hall
Wondering when death will finally call
For to live as the dead is not to live at all
And all we think of is how not to fall
So when next you visit a parent so old
Remember they need warmth, not cold
Love them for the time they have left
Until time commits the greatest theft
After we are gone not much will change
The grass will grow on, nothing strange
But time is equal and time is fair
And one day soon you’ll too have grey hair!
Thank you for listening.