Summons

This summons comes

Once, and for all

No repeat in its

Curtain call

Young or old

Or in between

Winter-white

Or summer-green

Across Time's field

Of yield it wends

Undeterred by

Knolls or bends

Who is next?

No one can tell

When will ring

Its somber knell

We should live

Each day as though

We will be

The next to go

This summons comes

With clarity

And thus begins

Eternity

 © Janet Martin