End Of An Age Poem by Frederick Nellist

Silent faces, it's time to die
No voice tells what is amiss
My gaze can't focus on the sky
The suns warmth doesn't kiss,

Thoughts ceased, heart not glad
Cracks in life are not filled
I crave still to live nomad
No seeds sown, ground untilled.

No more songs on my world stage
I regret those left unsung
Life's story is on the last page
With accusations far flung.

Time forgotten moments tick by
At peace with vanished pain
Silence soon, I won't hear you cry
Would that my life start again.