Half Past Noon

Reams of color rewrite the day
And history expells all empty callous ways
To show the power of one man's desire
To gain the world and lose his soul.
Fellow aims of deep and wide
Of solid gold and silver, but
Mother, father pass toward heaven
And time's a fleeting, passing craze.
We cannot one single day reclaim
And hand it to our Master;
Smile-less glamour comes too soon
And it is already half past noon.