~ The Poet's Place Cafe~

GIANT OLD

In the horizon thuds the feet
Which comes holding defeat with it;
Arms and wisdoms might slow it down,
But soon that giant will take the town.

Against nature e'en science fails
And great knowledge in deep fear wails;
As a tree awaiting the saw,
Each man waits, resigned to the core.

When strength and senses' sharpness falls,
The ancient giant shall rule the walls;
King and pauper to him submit,
And live waiting their graves to meet.