Empires and People Goeth

Every ancient empire’s fallen.

The pharaohs all are dead…

Many monarchies, faded away,

Many kings have lost their head.

By the sword or sword of time,

All men will eventually fall,

We bleed away or we wither,

Time erodes, and it takes us all.

A few of my friends shared an era,

Before Jackie O’s Camelot…

Mansions were venues for parties,

Crude displays; what new money bought.

Oh how we weep and mourn

F. Scott’s Gatsby; his friends are gone…

The revelers moved their parties,

Under those flat marble slabs on the lawn.