Fading Spectator Poem by Gerry Legister

The loss of memory is forgotten in the wind
The moment we die before our breathe falter,
We are a fading spectator struggling to the end
And life flushes out the things we cannot alter.

Stand to surrender and wave the battered flag
On chosen fields of love and career misery
Some battles we win, but in others we drag
Our soul from the ground to unlikely victory

Taste the peace in whose arms we are thrown
In lifeline we find a rope to love and climb
Happier days of virtue spent loitering at home
Leave the cares and thoughts for others to find

We resign from the world of gaining riches
Find deeper sense of peace and happiness.