These days, no more snapshots I take,
No tally of hours, no memories to make.

Time slips through my grasp, a silent stream,
And the wing-clipped bird will no longer dream.

Acknowledgment fades, a ghostly refrain, To the world, to you, to my own domain.

Resistance wanes, like grains of sand,
I unclenched my fist, released the relentless hand.

That’s how I fade away,
Day by day….