Life is but an album-ed span whose final page, the end of all, without plan Marks a pilgrimage, whose shadow Every day of life is a leaf in history
No purpose to call Save a wonderful mystery no gold at the foot of the rainbow
And within this span Of Nano years, months and days Which split infinity And prise time apart Lives hopeless man Measured twixt daytime haze And dark night’s counterpart A mortal Trinity
Of life, As we draw life's sweet breath To blow out the candle of each new year And watch the smoke drift up above We listen for the dreadful sound
Of endless dark. We've seen it all before As one by one our loves and lives Exit for ever from our stages Each brief mark Fading on the forest floor Our scripts the painful wages