**"Echoes of Glory"**

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© Major 3rd
Echoes of Glory

In the park by the fountain, there sits an old man
With a weathered face, a soul filled with sand
He gazes at the sunset, reminiscing days gone by
All the stories in his heart, like footprints in time

He recalls distant days, distant shores along the way
Sweet melodies that filled the air that are no more
His eyes so tired, fatigue in every line on his face
But in his heart the music still shines forevermore

He strums his guitar, the notes they whisper pain
A soundtrack of a life well-lived, it’s etched in every refrain
The sun fades away, casting shadows on his face
But his spirit will never never wane,
his music will leave a trace evermore

As the day turns to night the old man remains
A beacon of resilience, in a world of gains and pains
For in his music, his legacy lives on
Echoes of glory, in a fading light of dawn

Days gone bye