The Mortals End Poem by Joseph Bernal

His hour had come, for his mother smiled
And sighed beside her infant child,
But she too answered to the curse
And found herself an older nurse

A person thought to keep his gold
As a shield from the coming cold,
But what cared death for life gains
He smiled at the person's pains.

Neither crown or coin can stop times flight
Or stop the armies of the night.
King or villain lad and lass
All answer to the hour glass

The lantern holder lights the way
For those who no longer lives the day;
Blind eyes peer out from every head
That crowds the carriage of the dead

For a gentle hand will help the dead
To find the way to their last bed,
Who ever makes up the mortals end
Will tell you he is man's best friend.