Double Negative - Time Piece

before his final words, before the sun has set into the ground

he spends his days , ploughing fields the dirt binds together
always just a moment short
the morning comes, another day of fighting to survive
on the banister ,the varnish worn down from years of endless toil
still a moment short

always the first to die
always the ones we choose to leave behind
never asking why
they were the ones pushed into the front line
never wanting for a single handful of dirt

a decade has gone by, the anniversary marked by the lines
on his face the tired and the weak shaking his hand
and his timepiece stops
so does the heart, the one that kept the field all gold and bright
as the sun sets on the last time his moments gone
but she is waiting there

always the first to die
always the ones we choose to leave behind
never asking why
they were the ones pushed into the front line
never wanting for a single handful of dirt

and as the last of us see
shut the coffin and drop to your knees