Observer

A more or less honest piece.

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