We say “Damn time”!

Or we say “Spin us a yarn old man”

And the cracked and crusty leathery one
Licks a gnarled finger
And holding it up drawls,
“Me thinks it’s the winds of heaven blow through here tonight.
The air is thick with harvest.
What say we lay out on the mottled hills
And drink in the pungency,
This world and the other
Mingling finally.”

You don’t remember?
How can you be so forgetful?
    
Hurry up!
You walk too slow.

You spilled again
Be more careful.
We can’t take you out like this.

What?
You're not making any sense.

Don’t you care that we give so much?

Grief spreads and fetters souls
When love can’t see the way
Of winged ones who've taken flight
Into a very different night.

They can’t come back
The shades are drawn
And wishing won’t make it so
Or bring them back from the mountain top
Once they go.

Frailty scales icy scapes
You’d only dream to climb
And navigating treachery
Takes a little time.

High wire walkers
Gracefully precise.
Frailty walks a narrow ridge
One of crackling ice.