Old Good Deeds Are Gone Poem by Joh Venture

In the fading light of days now past,
Old good deeds linger, memories cast.
Once noble acts, now shadows worn,
In the quiet of dusk, they're gently torn.

Gone are the days of kindness' reign,
Replaced by echoes of loss and pain.
Where once there bloomed a garden fair,
Now wilted petals, caught in despair.

Yet let not the darkness claim its throne,
For in the hearts of those who've known,
Old good deeds, though they may fade,
Their echoes linger, in deeds remade.

For in each new dawn, a chance to rise,
To reignite the flame, to claim the skies.
Though old good deeds may seem forlorn,
Their spirit lives on, in each new morn.