The Old and the Young

Time will have warranted All that the foliage brung Falls to the ground At the feet of the old and the young Tired and worn From a life made of wallow and pain Of what will be made Is all that remains at the core Bear the old and the young Time will habe warranted All that the foliage brung Bear the old and the young Awoke from a long one That came on the heels of a day Where sun would arise And the grant us the kindness of ray Fields full of gladness Surrounded by droves that await And look for the grave In everything adorn