watching him struggle through the winter of his.
Memories of the past, now long erased,
leave a void of confusion echoing
within once such vivid inspiration.
His magnificent baritone silenced,
given way to shallow whispers,
mumbled in a dialect unknown.
As my hero, he once stood tall and proud,
taking me by strong hands, he taught me
this great adventure they call life.
His withered frame, now left so frail,
makes blurred contrast
against such splendid memories,
I remain holding on to.