Fading

The memories seem to gradually slip away,
His footprints seem to slowly erase,
My journey through life's maze,
It seems to have clouded my memories of him.

Indeed time could rewrite one’s story,
Indeed time could blotch one’s portrait,
Bringing in its constraint,
Wiping off treasured memories.

My night has pervaded my chamber,
My struggles have enclosed me,
I'm beaten vehemently by life's crashing sea,
Eroding his memories like a weathered rock.

I carry only a vague picture of him,
Oh! Elements of nature buoy me across this tempestuous sea,
His footprints are still at the shore,
I saw them through the night's window.

Oh! Father, you eased slowly into the night,
I'm left alone in this fight,
Anticipating heaven's light,
This day I call your words to remembrance

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