Father Time by AndromedaMarine
Amoung the blistering palms
and the waves crashing on the shore
sings a man who is calm
though he will die and be no more.
His fate is planned and set
and he knows his ending will come;
but he sings and does not fret -
as do many who live under the sun.
He sings to all that hear,
and to those who are not as he is.
This man knows death is near
and welcomes, though life he'll miss.
He was cursed to die alone
and not have the comfort of love;
His presence to all now is known,
even to those living above.
His name is unknown to the wise
and to everyone in the land.
But his face I can recognize,
because I have seen it in the sand.