By: One yet within the morning light


Many days go slipping by
Quickly as we wonder why

Wherefore goes the time that’s lost?
As we ponder aging's cost


All we’ve worked for just like sand
Slipping softly through our hands

Long before we first draw breath
Already we are bound for death


Every moment yet un-cast
Ever built upon the past

All alone we wander through
All the things we failed to do


Standing in the twilight hour
Watching night, the day, devour

Knowing all will soon be gone
Nothing left but hope of dawn


Life as such it ever is
Is lost amidst our hubris

But even as the shadows gather
Under Night Mares streaming lather


Undaunted gather we once more
Daring death itself to war

For though our end can naught but come
As all life's parts achieve their sum


And though our fight may gain no more
Then seconds add to our score

We still must stand against the dusk
And cleave to life within this husk


For life's not measured in its length,
~ or what you had to give


But just how hard, with what you had,
~ you truly tried to live



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