I find I covered the same subject in a lyric, "Impromptu," written in February 1980 when I wasn't even old. I posted it on 26 December 2012 and it is linked here. Twelve lyrics on the months of the year, and therefore called "Months: Lyrics," written in 2014/5, were posted on 11 March 2016 and are linked here.
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An ancient wall,
And one brick shoddy-red
(Things decay and fall)
Crumbling palely in the rain’s
Dissolving caterwaul:
In short years gone it’s dust and dross
At the wall’s foot, crawled on by moss.
Time passes, so pass I.
The leggy Shepherd’s Purse
Gangling by the wall
(Things decay and fall)
Grows dry, yellows to mulching sticks,
Sortileged by an autumn squall:
Those abandoned bones will lie in frost
By the needy chaffinch grubbed and tossed.
Time passes, so pass I.
A neighbour’s dog
Gone gruff and old
(Things decay and fall)
Lifts its leg against the wall,
Wheedling a few drops’ rancid scrawl,
Then limps off with a weary bark
Having made its final short-lived mark.
Time passes, so pass I.
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© August 2021
