Sonnet.4. As Time Moves

As the day ticks away into twilight dusk The Sun in fathomless waters will plummet The Earth will then wear an assassin's mask This in endless succession shall repeat The grass in silken meadows will wither Trees clad in green livery will go bare Youth into infirmity will slither The body through years of rugged use will wear Every beauteous form will lose its charm All to death's stygian vault shall return Until then, lead your life without any sham A good name, is all you can strive to earn We are dumb players in life's pantomime Act well your part until merged in Time