This summons comes
Once, and for all
No repeat in its
Curtain call
Young or old
Or in between
Winter-white
Or summer-green
Across Time's field
Of yield it wends
Undeterred by
Knolls or bends
Who is next?
No one can tell
When will ring
Its somber knell
We should live
Each day as though
We will be
The next to go
This summons comes
With clarity
And thus begins
Eternity
© Janet Martin
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