God,then me.

World created.

Everything would be.

Life, child to man.

Time,passed by.

Ages I did span.

Love, came to fast.

Care was beauty.

All forgotten,past.

Time Passing

Work, living task.

Burdens of toil.

Such, was my flask.

Candle, burning low.

Evening, longer yet.

Since the snow.

Logs, blazing in fire.

Life is slipping.

I begin to tire.

Rest, coming to me.

Peaceful, the ending.

I no longer be.

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