At the break of dawn each day As I awaken, my eyes invariably stray Towards the niche in the wall In the passage near the hall - Where your portrait used to hang. As I continue to aimlessly stare The wall is suddenly no longer bare I see the outline of your face appearing Those piercing eyes always so endearing And the proud smile of a young ambitious man.
Gradually the picture seems to change, I see a receding hairline, graying whiskers A wiser look and a kinder smile, yet Something seems amiss, in those eyes. I see a sadness that never used to be But before I can ask why the change I am overcome by a feeling so strange The image slowly begins to fade... And memories are all I have left Through which to wade.
