Ashes,ashes

 We all fall down

John Clare Stokes

Ashes ashes we go round

Merry the circling spin

Joyful the lads sound

Pockets full of posey’s

Oh how the lasses grin

The blush of cheeks rosy

Breathless they all exclaim

Let it never end

Swift this ageless game

Youthful exuberance gone

Spent the wheezing bend

Slowing the frail hobble on

When to still silence all around 

Well done my old friends

Ashes ashes we all fall down