All things that live.........All things that yearn and breathe
On earth for a brief hour..........Must pass to dust
They're transitive..........And they can but bequeathe --
Time will devour...........So give back all they must.
All that they love..........All they despise
Will kneel as one,........Will be the same --
And in the same dark pit.........Reconciled.
So late to start,..........Too soon to end.
Start what should have been done.......So long ago
When we were young.......When we were not so wise
As we are yet..........We turned and left to die
All things that live.........All things that yearn and breathe.
This is a Trigee and when read as a single poem it is additionally a Dorsimbra. I hope I have delighted someone, we have so little time...
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