Behold! No clock lean on my wall
None rest on my wrist too
I watch no time
I just see the sun pass into slumber
And the night awaken
I see the seasons come and go
The sun that drinks dry the earth water,
And the rain that waters the earth soil
The deep crow of the cock tells the dawn
And the receding sun bespeak the night draws nigh
To keep time is needless
I was born benighted of the time
I'll live through the earth with no time too
And I'll die not knowing the time
O! Grim reaper
I know of your essence
Instrument of fate
But your bones should be weary and leaden
Your scythe should have slacked it's thirst for gore
For numberless souls have you shuffed their mortal coil
Yet, you hunger after more
Though you're blameless, a true-hearted servant
You're blind to gold and silver
You're heartless; deaf to piteous cry
Alas! Your end is nigh
Ultimately, you shall be cast into a fiery mere
And humanity shall live forever more
Our flesh shall not wrinkle, neither shall our hair grizzled
At first light, in the morn
I set out to further my wanderings
Tripping the grassy ride along
To catch a boat sailing to other province
Along the path, a sweet sepulchral voice
Arrest my sympathy breast
Entranced by the sweetness of the voice
I seek it to find, thus, I became unquiet
I drew nigh, the verdant field rings
Of sweet lay,resonance with elegiac tune
I espied, behold 'tis the widow that sings
Her visage writ large in gloom
The tidings of this widow
Had once danced pass my ear
Alas! A pitiful lonely soul
She bore no heir
Sited neath a bower,in wonderment I stare
She had worked mightily on the farmland
Heaps arrayed on the earth bed
All she'd sown flowers on her fertile land
She sow and sings by herself
Pearls of perspiration watering the heaps
A solitary sower, with no hand to help
Anon, her eyes rimmed with fatigue
She cast her eyes heavenward
Storm clouds were gathering
She hurried, in fleet of foot homeward
Thence I further away in my wanderings
