Memory
In a silent world where days stretch long and wide
A sickly soul, in quiet torment, sighed
He watched life's joys, its tapestry unfurl,
Yet his weakened body kept him from the swirl
The little one’s laughter, a distant chime,
Echoed through the corridors of time
He longed to hold them close, to play his part,
illness bound him, cruel fate set them apart
As seasons danced, and moments slipped away,
He yearned to join their games, to share their day
His heart, once strong as Eagles above
Now fragile, broken as a dying dove,
But fate, unkind, withheld his grasp,
Tying him to shadows of the past.
A broken heart, a spirit worn and thin
He succumbed at last, ere his journey begins
In silent solace, he found his release,
As pain gave way to an eternal peace.
Though he could not walk life's path anew
His love forever in their hearts, they knew
In their memories, his spirit shall never depart
A timeless love, etched in their hearts
Maxwell O’Reilly
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