First Draft New Poem--

The Ebb And The Fall

The elderly
Fall
Like the days

We expect
The fall
Prepare
The way
We ready for sleep

Each day
Erupts
Like a child
Each child
Lives
As sure as a day

Sunset
Befalls us all
Water falls
Its mist
Fades

The willow strips
For the cold
Its leaves
Fall
Wash away
Find the sea
The sea that begat
Us

We feed the sea
Its tides
Ebb in and out
The way the moon
Demands

The globe spins
We travel
Around the sun
Once a year

The years fall
Like the days
The elderly
Bent like the willow
Wait
Expecting to fall
Marking time
Like the moon and the sun

One day is a year
When you are expecting
To die