Here Lies Him; At Least He Tried

Here Lies Him; At Least He Tried

With silver sighs he slips away
Behind the curtains, behind the lies
With little thought what’s left behind
He stares beyond your soft blue eyes

But time is fleeting and he can tell
What air is left is his as well
So with a shrug he carries on
To seek tomorrow’s wond’rous spell

“I waste away the day,” says he
“thinking about what once might be.”
His fingers drum the windowsill
A rhapsody in you, a symphony of me

And when the morning finally comes
Rumbling in, a parade of drums
He thinks what use? this silly world
The rising moon, the setting sun

And then one day he up and dies
(Many years later, don’t you cry)
The coffin’s buried, the grounds are bare
And that is that, at least he tried

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