Out

The Gate Is Shut, there's no one home
Except this man who sits alone.
A fool who tried to do it all
To be an island behind a wall
When night must rise and curtains are drawn
This failing soul sits still but torn
Should another moon pass and never spy the sun
Or shall the number two replace the capital ONE.
For time it takes and will never ammend
The mistakes you make in the garden you tend
So in light fading on a summers night
This shadow of a man could now put aright
The listless follies of a life now gone
In the hope that what remains does not regret what was not done.