Q:

What is the limit

That the human heart

Can take?  Each spasm

That shakes the breath

Through us is a

Frightened tremor.

How long can it beat

While icy leaves choke

And nightly dark descends?

The years mount up

And are discarded,

The days are drifts

Of dust.  We try,

Like Sisyphus,

We try.  We put

Our tired shoulders

To the wheel. 

Each day we begin

afresh, one day closer

to the curtain.  Each

day we endeavour

to lift our feet

one in front

of the other.

And every step

That lifts us

Against gravity

And decay is

A hoisting of

A flag that

Weathers into

Thread, a weary

Song towards

A dying star.