Dead soon Forgotten

No one bear but the chance we had
heavier on our shoulders as we brood
of all the past corners we never took
the motions we stopped 'ere we acted

a time to leave the shackles borne
through life's miseries hours known
hoeing the ground for illusive dreams
painting the sky with rainbowed wishes

a time to leave, they will whisper
cold breath say the fare thee well
the rings of oxens bells ring
come to carry away the mortal coil

all gone now dusts to dusts
numb the lips and hard the heart
no more kisses or love's pulses
fragrance gone within gray shrouds

time to leave, heave not with tears
weep they will within the hour
once the bell tolls its lonely dirge
your face fades in once sorrowful eyes.