Waning Life
Time is but a shadow that waxes on the table
Dripping, slipping past control of any who seem able
Not one befriends the ghost under the cold and blackened veil
For no one dares to take the words from lips whose hope is frail
Life is but a vapor diffusing through the air
May I pay Time his due respect and make it worth a care
For even if he granted me the heavens of time and beyond
I'll still need more if I ignore the task which needs be done
Choice, dilemma, desire, action, strokes upon the clock
I know what I must do but still I wait until time stops
Never may I know the reason things this way must be
Perhaps until the pending glory this truth I won't see
In the solemn pit of pain and utter darkness cry
You say time waits for no man yet still in the wrong you lie
When life as you once knew cedes you and looks for someone else
Look towards the sky and pray that I may give you all myself
And when we ask why life's events don't go the way they should
Just lean your sweet head onto mine and think of all that's good.
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