Each phase
Of his life
Every epoch in the stream
All that is to him
Is ending
Innocence comes and goes;
All the ones he knows
Are him
Of yesteryear
The seasons pass;
They bring the tides of change
Winter chills,
While autumn stings
I stare and watch
A removed overseer
As those he loves
Start to wane and disappear
Memories of a cherished face
Echoes of a beloved voice
Whither and fade
Leaving only the faintest trace
The seasons change
And the young man sits alone
Trying to remember
What once was
Of yesteryear