The Crumbling and the Crack

When another day draws to a close;
when the centuries seem even further back -
in the blink of the eye of the memory
the failing light hints at the morose;
seemingly the unlikely future will lack -
all the wonderful things from a memory
And we search through the night for the ghost;
in every empty room and corner black -
the spirit to recreate the memory
Yet we scheme and then we just suppose;
that the coming days' happy fulfilment lack -
the vibrant jewels of golden memory
Passing over a once-perfect rose;
oblivious to the crumbling and the crack -
blind to the genesis of new memory
Time marches ever onward with those;
forgetting to recall or just losing track -
neglecting to maintain precious memory
When another life draws to a close;
and there seems no way to ever bring it back -
rapidly blinking your eyes at the memory
too late to act or so it goes;
unable to protect them from Time's attack -

in the blink of an eye just a memory