An aged old man on his back
A newness strong as right in mind
With a single edge to unhinge the darkness past
Outlast the game in another pawn
Anoint the seed in the soil of life
And grow, beyond the treelines unpredicted height
Into the stars with fingertips aloft
To paint the newborn sky each night
Because with age comes, not only the will to pass, but the path
Made clearer still by the same daylight seen
As a bedridden old man in his own death scene
And we are but a glimmer in the ripplibg life of another's sight