'FADED MEMORIES'
Embers dying like memories, fade
as light leaves to be replaced by shade.
The spirit, tired and numbed by age
as night arrives, departs, (without rage)
' gently goes into the good night.'
And memories, from a mind jaded
Have been forgotten, lost, and have faded.
Time discreetly, has stolen youth
In its place left this truth,
Memories fade like evening light.
Old hands pressed in half remembered prayer
head bowed, faded memories soothe despair,
no longer mourn, in pain too much to bear.
The loss of those gone to where
Faded memories take flight
When Spirit at last gives up the fight
And gently goes into the night.
Fading memories will soon be gone
To Die like embers with the dawn
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