Winter's day has seen its last, <br />The clocks are winding down, <br />O're the hills a shadow's cast, <br />Lamenting; the lonely sound. <br /> <br />Desolation again and again, <br />The chair it rocks the seconds, <br />Gazing through a dirty pane, <br />Upon emptiness that beckons. <br /> <br />Counting years, long foregone, <br />Empty home's, a living tomb, <br />Distant friends, all passed on, <br />Daylight; moves room to room. <br /> <br />A tear dried track upon the cheek, <br />Fond memories burn the mind, <br />Once youth, now feeble and weak, <br />All things; must pass with time. <br /> <br />Darkness falls gently o're the land, <br />A cold body embraced by the bed, <br />Hourglass empty's, last grain of sand, <br />Opened book, will lie unread. <br /> <br />Ashes to ashes, and dust to dust, <br />A calm settles through the home, <br />Even new metal shall turn to rust, <br />Our demise we must face alone. <br /> <br />Epitaph <br /> <br />Choose; this day, with whom you wish to be, <br />Choose wisely of now, through your eternity.<br /><br />G.R. Gaus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/december-midnight/
