Over forty years
Crumbling, fading epitaphs
Sentiments erasing away
More of them now
Some new, some very old
All bound to history's cycle
Dissolving, the rains of time
I too walk dizzily
A cane props the tour
No one sure-footed
No more clear-minded
Culmination of years ago
Limiting those future
The price of remembering
So many now interred
To them that are gone
All they thought so bold
Dire, stressful, unrelenting
Now gone, now forgotten
Lost in a world departed
Nameless and faceless
Given to anonymity
To the intangibles
Timeless abstraction
Unlike the concrete
Deteriorated in brief spance
It's real is beckoning
A silent stirring
Felt within, known there
Reality has a cold stare
Stern and unyielding
As the days pass
It bids a comforting adieu
Certain and sure
To reclaim a debt owed...
Amidst life's lichened ledgers