Tides of Time

Does everything that begins

have to finally finish?

Every step forward

take you closer to the end?

Be it made of stone
Or mere skin and bone



Even diamond and gold
That seem never to grow old
They too are tested by fire
Facing fortunes mild and dire
One day touching true glory
Cynosure of all and sundry

Soon to crumble or rot
Melted or be thrown out
Swept by the tides of time
Reaching the end of their life
Their passing deeply mourned
Seeking immortality, never to be found.