Sit alone and ponder life
Your body crumbles with time.
Every day is a day lost
Black footsteps hurry close.
Your breath shows in the air
But vanishes quickly.
Discreet to the world
Your heartbeat is slowing.
Your face obscured in the crowd.
In the soil you tread
You see your final bed
Waiting for your demise.
The mourners will come to your going.
A stone will mark your head.
The name will mean nothing
But who to the grave has been led.