Dec. 31
Where we all are only headed

all of them have gone;

longing for a glimpse we wonder

why the going on.

How to stay on darkened path

all that waits is reaper's wrath

we walk on and do the math

the answer never changing.

All the knowing we have got

living running cold and hot 

gold and silver matters not

the moth and worm remaining.

All of human memory

wintery and summary

past all time may ever be.

Shroud makes darkness all.