When a lion loses his strength

 
When a lion loses his strength,
He looks up to the hilly lengths 
To watch the sturdy sun as it dies,
From afar, he shakes his head and smiles;
Aware of the singing doves
And the days the reindeer loves.
 
The sinews of an old King
Fall short of ears at duty's wring,
To raid over a lot and reign Supreme.
Once hero of a man, now lives in a dream
Like a growing child leaning on the future,
With pages of history and collections of pictures
 
A memorable life, an old lion would say,
Marked with such prowess few could display.
But a season entreats all to blossom and to fade.
Looking at those days of the claws on red earth,
When sharp canines tear up wild skins
Careless of the near time we embrace the night.

Which brings all to rest, the weak and the mighty.