As we look at
the sad picture of life,
We see the sad breaking of people,
Where humans,
once full of life,
Become unknown
after being used up by the relentless
march of time.
A tragic dance
unfolds as one’s reputation, meticulously
built,
Succumbs to the
eroding hands of forgetfulness.
In this sad
truth, a friend once lived,
A tireless
artisan in the realm of education.
He was at the
school from morning till night,
A quiet builder
trying to make the place better.
But his giving ups, like quiet sounds in the
air,
Were not heard,
nor seen by those he wanted to help.
A beautiful soul,
Joy was his appellation,
Adorned the
stage of existence.
A workmate, a
beacon of morality, and a friend to all,
He left traces
of smiles wherever his footsteps echoed.
Little did he fathom that his smiles, radiant
as they were,
Would be
overshadowed by the ephemeral nature of
appreciation.
But alas, the
cruel twist of fate unfolded on a Sunday, a
day meant for
solace.
Joy, the embodiment of mirth, was cast aside
in the
relentless churn of a workplace gripped by
horrors.
In a world
where nature demands more than reason can
comprehend,
Fear becomes
the prevailing melody, echoing through the
corridors of
our shared existence.
And so, we
confront the stark truth of our transient roles
in this
intricate theater of life,
Learning to
adapt and move on,
Despite the
poignant echoes of our fading presence.

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