RAVAGES OF TIME

RAVAGES OF TIME

Onto a windswept grave, he wept,
as if some magic tear
might well give drink unto the ground
and life to who rests there

for more of same; the hooded one came
and leaned upon his scythe.
He told the one who cried upon
the grave, "t'was just a tithe"

"The ravages of Father Time
"will one day do for you
"what is to all evenutally,
"that's give me my just due.

"So cry, ye merry gentleman!
"Tears for the grief ye bear,
"yet comes the day, and come what may
"I'll find you anywhere."

                        --Monty Wheeler