Holding on

to that which is left

Holding on

Moving forward on a path
marked well by many tears,
barely holding to what has
eroded with the years.
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Always yearning for the life
that we knew yesterday,
trying hard to just forget
what never goes away.
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Looking on with hopeful eye
now growing dim with age,
fearing ever that which is
headlined across our page.
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Moving slowly in a world
that's moving way to fast,
dying more with every day
while living in the past.

Someone has said that, The moment we are born we begin to die.