Endless days

These are the endless days of life,
Summer unending time unremarked.
Faith unrelenting walking a knife
Whose sharp edge shoves back the dark.

Cares and worries and things to come,
Cache of time endlessly borrowed,
Youth so blind sees not the autumn,
Spent quick seeing not the morrow.

Now have all those endless days gone,
Those riches squandered without heed.
That endless cache of time withdrawn,
Summer’s ending sun now wearied.

The knife’s edge soon dulled by time,
Bankrupt of endless tomorrows.
No more the endless days of time,
But soon time for the winter’s sorrows.


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