Something comes, something goes

Something comes, something goes

Something comes
Something goes
With whispering sound
Life echoes.

Voices that were heard before.

The day passes
The night stays
Taking back to the
Older days.

Like a retired sailor on the shore.

Shade stops
Rains continue
The sky drapes in
Unseen hue.

Not that the peasant asks for more.

One agrees
As other would resent.
Coming to terms with
What they meant

Asking eventually to their heart's core.