Each day and night routinely
A habitual measure of life
That reminds of frailties
Accumulated with time
Emptied in a week's span
Marking another passage
Shortly sum an elder year
Worn ways of a pill box
The summation of living
Finds itself as if in an instant
A realization of circumstance
A road hazardous, no return
The focus of time's passing
The measurement of an age
In the culmination of years
Prized, presented, a pill box
Small confining compartments
That note the new day's dawn
Then the crescent tip of dusk
Allotted in a regulated share
Somewhere its control fails
'Tween forgetfulness or fret
The tormented soul is dosed
Sedated synergistically so
There lies a rub of faulted folly
Where slumber overtakes it
And living is but seamless drifts
Trading hours for lost respite
Is then living but a routine
Its conclusion but euthanistic
Potions to quell flights and fears
That numb those final years