Await for the myriad

Await for the depositing

Await for the collecting

Await to ascend upstairs

Await for dental hygiene

Await for the showering

Await for the slumber

Await to prepare for departure

Await at all times

For all circumstance

Life’s essence slips through the fingers

Lines on the face grow deeper

With the slow march of time

Crumbling to dust

An ocean current to eternal darkness

A whisper from the abyss calls

For underground slumber

Sorrow etches the face

Deeper with each passing minute

An eternity of solemn passing