What fearful metaphors we use for Time!
The feasting tooth that nibbles day by day,
The moving finger’s fatal, blotless rhyme,
Tsunamis seen afar rushing our way.

The Reaper coming at us through the corn.
The fleeting Day careening on to Night.
The eyeless skull so dreary and forlorn,
The total darkness emptied of all light.

Does not each toothsome feast end in some sweet?
A jug of wine, a loaf of bread, and thou?
The tallest waves brave seaman still defeat.
The Reaper brings in sheaves for Life... for now.

And when the darkest Night we know comes on,
Do we not waken to a brighter Dawn?