thank you poem

no prey am i of poor thoughts
what do i owe to you
as evening falls
for i was a gaunt, grave councillor
the shadows of the ships
shines the last age, the next with hope is seen
since i have felt the sense of death
in the dark and peace of my final bed
among the mountains i wandered
musing, between the sunset and the dark
is there anybody there
they threw a stone, you threw a stone
wheel me down by the meadow