It's strange where life takes one.
Through sepia-toned summers,
streams of breath in winter,
the eternal flowers of spring.
A swirl of nostalgia, churned,
flawed, battered, in pieces.
Lost in this place, a vacuum of time.
In this hospital, forever gone.
What was once full of youth, full of joy:
a life like no other's, family, grandchildren;
now lies still.
As the decades wore on, time achieved its goal.
Never giving, only taking,
ripped from me, like a toy.
Most distinctly, this will happen to me.
The smile will wither from my face,
What once came in, kicking and screaming,
will one day like still, give in.
Sometimes I wish one could never grow old.
But when I think of what you left behind...
You're living in memory, in mine at least.