a small memorial

 

we aren't the ones who'll end up with the gold
a little silver and the chance for rest
a little kindness and a little zest
a chance to grow both happy and quite old
the ending of the story's not foretold
but we may hope that all is for the best
life is for real it's not some fiendish test
we take it fiery and we take it cold
yet while we may we have to take the chance
to hear the music see the lovely sights
and smile at lichens growing on the wall
all take their place within the stately dance
enjoy the warmth of day and cool of nights
but know there comes a finish to the ball

pause for a moment

 listen for music
from each rock and wall and tree
echoes of glory

beware it bites

 we wade until we find we're in too deep
there's nothing more that we can wish to do
water and sun kindness of heart renew

the mountains in the distance seem so steep
but from their heights there is a lovely view
we wade until we find we're in too deep

there's nothing here that we're allowed to keep
we are not part of the exploring crew
all that's permitted is to see the blue
we wade until we find we're in too deep