Fading Glory

Fading glory has faded since
My life was laced with spring events
An epoch worth this memory
Gone like spring in an endless year
Seconds of joy have left me here
With but poems to console my soul
Writ in blood spilled by evanescent joy
Skilled out of place and without grace
Seconds turn where minutes are born
Minutes to hours in agony torn
Gone are the sunsets gone is the spring
In endless night spirit to bring
Deja vu turned nostalgia remains
The good things look golden long after springs rein