As the tide leaves and we perceive our doom

The thought of life just leaves the mind wasting

The sun so high in the noon-time sky does loom

A shadow on our gilded shell rusting.

The dead surround and thus expound the grave

The warmth the love washed out to sea with life

Looming pit of doom for all things we crave

We come to know the shame of eternal strife.

All gone all dead, who remembers their falling?

To poor forgotten ones now dead, Salute!

 No one No love to share in their calling

‘Tis not much but the best of our tribute.

Forget not the dead lest you be rotten

For when you do shall You be forgotten.