Shame of Ages
What a pain! What a shame!
It’s just a sorry, crying shame.
The wind still howls, the clocks still chime,
Yet all stands still in rust and grime.
The dream was bright, the words were grand,
They built their towers, claimed the land.
Yet stone will crack and steel will rust,
And all their gold will turn to dust.
The river runs, the echoes call,
The wise once warned, but fools let fall.
A lesson lost, a tale retold,
As hands grip tight to ash and gold.
What a pain! What a shame!
The script unchanged, the play the same.
The coins are dust, the throne’s a lie,
Yet fools still cheer as empires die.