Time of Grandeur

Once a time of grandeur
Of joy of summer days
Winds of time have blown
Passing it away

Hopes are now sun setting
Restoration beyond grip
Age has come upon us
Sands through fingers slip

Memories a drifting
Upon the surface float
Eager of the sharing
Value in their note

Purpose now is sinking
Worth of life take stock
Reflections of surroundings
Life’s mysteries unlock

Filled now with life’s wisdom
Realization of the true
I am not immortal
Unless through me in You

Thoughts based upon a photo from Glitchy Artist
Photo from Glitchy Artist


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