Time Another Spring Another Fall Upon the heels of Summer gone And Winter settles in my bones And chills me down deep in my heart The Hourglass, once filled with hope Now empties fast into the Past Insistently now ticks the Clock Incessant hands go round and round The Sun comes up and falls back down My life, the Moon, both on the wane When Death knocks at my door at last, He enters, an unwelcome Guest, And brings with him uncertain Rest Poetry