1 then 2

1.
To begin again is often said
but not quite often done.
To end of days be not afraid
you'll see anew the setting sun.
Swirling time my lovely fren,
will always let you begin again.

2.
To the grave we stolidly march
with leaden feet ever looking back.
Fret not fren, nor get starch.
Yours, mine and ours stack
high the fruits of toilsome labor,
Till we return to the mewling vapor.

when does...

When does a fly sleep?
When does it rise?
Some things I shall keep,
Others I will disguise.