Vishal Dutia

Are my decaying bones not enough,
To remind you of my mortality?
Am I just a fleeting moment,
In the grand scheme of things?

As the years go by,
I watch my reflection change.
My hair turns gray,
And my skin starts to sag.

I feel the slow march of time,
As it creeps up on me,
Reminding me of my impermanence,
And the legacy I’ll leave.

So I ask you,
To accept my aging form,
To cherish the memories we’ve made,
And to embrace the light of dawn.

For while my body may decay,
And my bones may turn to dust,
The love we shared will always live on,
In the hearts of those we trust.