We have heard the chimes at midnight, <br />We have sailed the ocean blue. <br />We have seen the Hanging Gardens, <br />Now what else is left to do? <br /> <br />We have swum in the same river, <br />At the break and close of day. <br />We’ve had sev’ral bouts of fever, <br />When the sun shone we made hay. <br /> <br />We have loved when Love called to us, <br />We have hated, raged and fought. <br />We have drunk some potent brews, <br />And we have sinned in deed and thought. <br /> <br />Now the stars have lost their twinkle, <br />And the moon is on the wane. <br />Our brows are lined with wrinkles, <br />And our hair has turned quite grey. <br /> <br />We have heard the midnight clock strike, <br />And the weeping willow sigh. <br />Now the grave is our next cradle, <br />For all that’s left’s to die. <br /> <br />20/2/09<br /><br />Denys E. W. Jones<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-chimes-at-midnight/
