Weariness and Age
Weariness and Age
Those Craftsmen on the Payroll of Time,
Have now set-up Home in the Rooms of the Soul,
And their authority duly begun.
For they Whisper their Creed,
On our disquiet they feed,
Thereby like ‘Atlas’ our ‘Autumn Days’ run.
Weariness and Age
Weariness and Age
The Coda that comes to us all.
How they torment and Press,
And to the Heart make it known,
Of the Grief and the Cost,
From the Souls we have lost,
And the Love that was unwaveringly shown.
Weariness and Age
Weariness And Age
The dusk after interminable day.