Ended.
Like a shuttle in lace-makers\' fingers
the thread has flown, the bubble burst.
Time ended when sand that had lingered
trickled too fast as the hourglass upturned.
Like a ripple moving its last on the lake
the song is sung, that swan is now gone.
Ink dried when life was no more, forsaken
the poetry blurred and his versing was done.
Like a battle begun with known candour
the race was run while resilience lost hold
Hearts wept as acceptance waved final hand
and lines of his talented story were at last told.