Embers burning low

Fall away to slumber.

The fire is growing dim.

Times for stories have passed,

  and I guess my time has also.

Like the tales,

  it never ends.

Now,

  moving on,

    never sleeping.

Each story is a new dawn.

Reviews

[Lyn Anderson]

This has a feeling of acceptance, that time is passing and the speaker will inevitably be gone.

[Jon Roggie]

Still, the stories will not end.