As Twilight Falls
Oh ye of weathered withered soul,
Worry not of final curtain calls.
Though this stage has taken its toll,
Your life replete as twilight falls.
Memories once long forgotten,
Creep to the forefront of your mind.
Your past deeds are ne'er ill-gotten,
On a narrow path you did find.
A purveyor of riches vast,
Wrought by honor and fortitude.
Assembled with no aspersions cast,
On those who bore feckless attitude.
So when you reach the bitter end,
Fear not, there's no use in crying.
For those who knew you best my friend,
Will shed warm tears at your dying.
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