There’s something in the faces of the old
Transparency, the seeing of the soul
A little light that shines out from within
A candle burning through the flesh so thin
Everything is taken but their bones
A little flesh is stretched out to atone
Till after death the skeleton lies bare
A challenge to the young whose eyes close there
Now in Lockdown we learn that we are lame
We live upon the cliff edge of our pain
Nothing seems secure, we can’t defend
We see the naked truth that all will end
Forced to see what we don’t want to say
We fall upon the ground , our knees give way