People of earth, be sane; bluff no more,
You are simply a fading wink of Time,
Others like you have come and came before,
A breath jumbled with water, earth and lime.
The big Three, Lloyd, Clemenceau and Wilson
Being so big, where are they mothered now
Where’s Napoleon, Blucher and Wellington,
Where are those of distinguished blood and brow?
All are gone within a lid shutting eye
Falling Autumn leaves bearing ink each name;
That’s the film of life, all living will die
And the ink will hence be read fame or shame.
Lime and earth, growing turf where they lay
Perhaps a rose or a briar some day.