These mortal coils by callused hands severed
Lives ending marked by the passage of hours
This grim vision to each of us tethered
The gates of Hades will all things devour
On waves of vertigo am I to lie?
Eyes shut dreading the grim reaper's approach
Hidden from shades drifting up in the sky
Trembling I witness the darkness encroach
Rolling fields green frozen pallid with snow
Carnations, our seeds from fertile lands grown
And the lonely grave, to there must I go
With life's simple pleasures all still unknown?
Have bluebirds past as I sat here in thrall
Watching the shadows that play on my wall?