......and soon enough
the voice will speak
in slower and gentler measure
time has reached its peak
for old age is no longer the treasure
of life--- the holding frame
doesn't support as it should
the hands shiver and the feet they falter
the eyes struggle,  the ears they hear
as  broken chords-- thereafter
the music fades away--never
will the flames of youth reignite
its past dreams and passions
nor tenderest love recapture

yet faintly does flicker the amber
and it's not the time for sleep
amidst the rush of hours
both joys and sorrows still inter-mingle
their currents still run deep.