We all fall, one by one
Time spent, and spent
And we are done
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
Lives that we treasured
Passed, as we all must
Treading others, dark to dark
Never caring for the cost
Yet all deeds bear a mark
Sometimes a word, one to one
Passes to another
And finally see, done is done
Stoic Poetry
Through The Cracked Window (Revisited) 