Life

In the morning light of life,
A man's dream for his child...
That before he goes,
He would taste of the enchantment of life.
But at the end of many a season,
To have...to hold
To love...to give
Wrinkles in the mirror,
Siesta's getting longer,
A faint whisper in the dark,
The memories of a life well lived,
Are all the child has...
And it takes only a moment
For that last breath,
As another forgotten life is lived

- Tim David