As it sets, the sun streaks the sky
Cornucopia of festive ribbons on high
Emerald green, deep pink, aquamarine
Heavenly canvas, blazing scene
Scant moments later, it's pale overhead
Sunset vanished, its pigment bled...
An earthly candle tapering down
Flickers weakly toward the ground
When of a sudden its wan flame ignites
A last burst of glory, surging bright
Ere it collapses, a waxen pool
Its fuel all spent; its demise so cruel...
So too, as our precious days slip away
We sense the time has come to pay
Our final call on this Earthly stage
We turn back time for one last grand stand
Then hail the carriage of Death's Coachman
Copyright © Gershon Wolf | Year Posted 2018
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