The Wheel of Lifetime

Upon a bed, so still and cold,  
Lay echoes of a man grown old.  
A breath, a tear, a whispered cry,  
Regret beneath a darkened sky.  

Once tall with pride, once feared, obeyed,  
Now shadows where his power laid.  
His hands now shook, his voice was thin,  
The silence loud with shame within.  

The ones he hurt, the love he lost,  
The years gone by, the heavy cost.  
He longed to speak, to say "forgive,"  
But knew too late how one should live.  

A daughter’s laugh he chased in vain,  
Her absence now his deepest pain.  
A wife once gentle, worn and kind,  
Still lingered in his fading mind.  

The dawn arrived, but he did not,  
His final breath, a truth forgot.  
Yet even death could not erase  
The longing for a last embrace.  

And so, the wheel of life turned 'round,  
New roots were planted in fresh ground.  
A home was built with care and grace,  
Where gentler hands would take their place.  

A child was born with music's soul,  
With dreams that danced and made her whole.  
Her voice, a stream of sacred art,  
Her feet, the rhythm of her heart.  

But fate would strike with sudden blow,  
And steal the light of long ago.  
Yet love stood firm, refused to fall,  
A mother’s arms would hold through all.  

Though movement ceased, the fire remained,  
Through lifted voice, the world was changed.  
Her gaze could dance, her spirit sing,  
Her voice took flight on unseen wing.  

And in that strength, the past found peace,  
A cycle closed, a soul released.  
For though the body fades with time,  
Love lives in every whispered rhyme.