Never proud in death’s sad embrace,
And when the winds blow and the harsh rains descend,
The soul doth but meekly ascend.
Here but a few moments in fleeting time,
When it is time to go, we do not mend,
As the hourglass comes to its crushing end.
Nothing to say about such a journey…
No soothing comment for who must follow.
Silence — the only reply from the cavernous hollow.