Fading Photographs
He sat captured in a surprised look,
Middle-aged, youthful and vibrant,
He was committed to his work and family,
An uncommon balance admired by his colleagues.
His story was that of grass to grace,
From humble beginnings,
He moved up the ladder,
He meandered and blossomed,
He was a shooting star in the night sky.
He took a wrong leap,
It was an anguish reap,
It pierced his soul and wrung his heart,
He couldn’t steer a middle course for long,
He plummeted into darkness,
He eased into the night at his prime.
A keepsake of him fading away gradually,
Slowly erased by time and clime,
Brought back to the light,
Awakened by technology.
September 19, 2024.
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