It's inevitable, all things must end.
Good and bad. enemy or friend.
Black to grey, let it fade.
As I said, all will be dead.

Memories linger and linger,
the good and bad, we remember.
On the solemn pavement
we remember the happy moments.

It's hard to swallow the present
Fighting in your locked up prison.
Contrasting from the strong figure
which was once filled with vigour.

There's nothing to do, or can do,
but to sit and see things through.
Powerless, helpless, nothing
hands free but unable to do anything.

16/11/04