The title of the poem comes from a phrase quoted by Chris Mullin in his most recent diaries. It's used about death, about old age creeping towards its end, and it inspired this.
A Lamp is Running Out of Oil
Entropy increases, all things end
And a life starts bright, then dims
A long and winding path to wend
Its way to failing heart and limbs
Sleep, sleep, wake, eat and sleep
A pattern of days draws to close
Sadness, but not yet time to weep
Departure delayed, no one knows
Once the lamp was filled with oil
Burning, burning, and very bright
But Lady Time comes take her toil
Dusk approaches, coming night
Slow, slow, like a waltz this dance
Reading signs of time and chance
Entropy increases, all things end
And a life starts bright, then dims
A long and winding path to wend
Its way to failing heart and limbs
Sleep, sleep, wake, eat and sleep
A pattern of days draws to close
Sadness, but not yet time to weep
Departure delayed, no one knows
Once the lamp was filled with oil
Burning, burning, and very bright
But Lady Time comes take her toil
Dusk approaches, coming night
Slow, slow, like a waltz this dance
Reading signs of time and chance
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