These days, no more snapshots I take,
No tally of hours, no memories to make.
Time slips through my grasp, a silent stream,
And the wing-clipped bird will no longer dream.
Acknowledgment fades, a ghostly refrain, To the world, to you, to my own domain.
Resistance wanes, like grains of sand,
I unclenched my fist, released the relentless hand.
That’s how I fade away,
Day by day….
Apr 18, 2024
Apr 18, 2024 at 2:13 AM UTC
These days, no more snapshots I take,
No tally of hours, no memories to make.
Time slips through my grasp, a silent stream,
And the wing-clipped bird will no longer dream.
Acknowledgment fades, a ghostly refrain, To the world, to you, to my own domain.
Resistance wanes, like grains of sand,
I unclenched my fist, released the relentless hand.
That’s how I fade away,
Day by day….