tired of body,
tired of soul,
so much to do,
so much left undone...

the cup of life spilling over,
the latch on the door locked.
the taste of moonlight,
and long green grass....

paper stacked on paper,
the candle nearly burnt down.
the smell of love, the feel of the cliff,
and the song that never ends!

Eric Cockrell

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/song-that-never-ends/