echoes

i remember
being younger
telling myself that I’d grow
into my own success
not imagining I’d feel
the waning of the world around me

i remember
imagining myself
to be a great warrior
but war is not a thing
to seek greatness from
and I am bereft of any valor

i remember
glimmers of hope
protruding like golden shafts
through stormy skies
but alas, I am tired
and age has crept into my bones

will i be remembered tomorrow
knowing that this is already yesterday?

and all the deepest slumbers
leave no echoes

and
sorrow
leaves only a ripple

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[John the Baptist]

Age creeps into all our bones. Being remembered tomorrow is irrelevant, because most are forgotten and the others are remembered incorrectly. What matters is how you view life in the present moment.