How softly falls your shadow
In this reign of fading light A childhood memory inching Inching out of failing sight How ephemeral is your life And how ephemeral is your plight How rueful your existence For which you so much fight How man, each man a walking trial Man, each man sunk in denial Man, each man an oblong phial Brimm'd 'ith poison breath Its cure a simple death How fated your subsistence And how picayune is your Right How frivolous are your passions And how ruthless is your might How ephemeral is your life? And how ephemeral is your plight? A childhood memory inching Inching out of failing sight O softly falls your shadow In this reign of fading light (For we're trials, Waking, Walking, Waning Right into the night). -Alina Nawab Kidwai
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