Fresh as dawn’s first dew;
Are the eyes of a child
Eager to learn and walking on four.
Age tolls and the child steps up,
Curiosity endures but asking falters
Slowly through time’s decay
Or ring of blood from lead
The world leaves us.
But there is no light
No ancient, robed angel
For we are not crops to be reaped
We are a light bulb failing and gone
To be replaced and tossed aside
Dressed in robes of hope and fear
A hooded skeleton haunts us
Those on four fear nothing:
For ignorance treats them well
Those first on two may wish early
And for those who grow weary
Fight away its clammy hand
The life of man is not a test
And we will not be judged
The life of a man is a pebble
Thrown to a deep pool
Only ripples it leaves in the surface,
Before it sinks to the abyss
