I search for solid ground beneath my feet,
A place where time stands still, where moments meet.
I seek the echoes of a vanished past,
Where memories like shadows long have cast.
Where is the childhood, a hand in mine,
Walking with my mother, sweet and kind?
The dry dough that clung to her hands,
Now distant dreams like shifting desert sands.
Where are the school days, striving for the best,
Endless time of study, never at rest?
The quest to be the best, a fleeting victory,
In pages turned, now lost to history.
Where is the house my father built with pride,
A fortress of love where our hopes reside?
His sweat and sacrifice in every wall,
Echoes of a promise that did not fall.
Where is the youth, so full of boundless grace,
The vibrant days, the ever-quick embrace?
The body hale and hearty, and vigor in the stride,
All slipped away as years and time collide.
Where are the kin who ruled with iron grace,
Their voices now mere whispers in the space?
Gone to realms unknown, their legacy
A haunting song of what will never be.
Where are the trials of job, raising children, and home,
The daily battles where we’ve often roamed?
The praise that lifted, the criticism’s sting,
The highs and lows that life did always bring.
As I near the end, with twilight in my view,
I grasp at memories, both old and new.
Still, I search for solid ground, a place to stand,
Knowing nothing lasts long, slipping through my hand.
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