The Last Ember
as the dying ember
fades within a skin of grey
hiding its blushing red face
as it shrinks away
the huddled group lies down now
to stir, to slumber,
having a last smoke before turning in
and they warmly cuddle
in their social sleeping huddle
but inevitably grows cold
and so we all grow old
as our embers burn and blush and dies
my, how quickly time flies!
Copyright © Daniel Human | Year Posted 2014
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