The Mill

Tall it stands with twisting wings on high
Built on Stones from the olden mine
The winds forevermore will drive its wheel
Draw the circle and make it squeal
The wheel keeps turning — merciless
We try and burn we hope and break
The mill grinds on we lose and earn
We give and take the mill grinds on
Hope and loss have built its iron spine
In raging move and in infinite line
It grinds away the sands of time