In wanton ways the watchman stood
In an effort to his paltry class
As if obediance that he should
Hold well the decisive word of pass
He bids the time to regulate his day
To measure out his repetative life
To give it meaning in his mundane way
Apportioned also with a humdrum wife
The skies pass and circle unseen might
Undaunted by individual fantasy
Yellow-clad sun and dark-blue night
The watchclock grants no amnesty
All the intentions, actions, sins
No absolution can grant in purity
Or fading fashion, the earth spins
As that passing of eons' obscurity
What was significant and vital
Deteriorates to dust unretrievable
A lasting scene of indistinct title
Grandeur gone, now inconcievable
Another anonomosity to fill the void
For a deemed typical trivial task done
Until his utility has expired unemployed
All assets drained, in duty, duped, and done