**The Measure of a Man**
Two days hold meaning, deep and true:
The day you were born and when purpose knew.
Changes unfold, as years add their layer,
Days draw near, a fleeting prayer.

Hair turns grey, eyes dim and fade,
Skin bears wrinkles time has made.
Knees falter, once strong and steady,
Energy wanes, no longer ready.

Days race by, weeks blur and flee,
Months rush past, like waves to sea.
You long for youth, for days once bright,
Now memories linger in soft twilight.

What once was dream is now reality,
A call to live with humility.
To touch the world with humanity’s grace,
To leave a mark, a lasting trace.

Loved ones depart, others arrive,
Cycles of life keep hopes alive.
As memory falters, as light grows dim,
What remains is the legacy within.

A measure of man, not wealth or fame,
But the lives transformed by love’s flame.
The impact left, the hearts you’ve moved,
The truth of your life, fully proved.

By Petezce, the Night Owl

Slang
Measure of a man

Two days hit hard for a man, you know?
The day you land,
And the day you clock why you’re here, fam.

Time’s wild – keeps stackin’ years on your plate,
And the clock? Man, it won’t wait.
Hair fades to grey,
Eyes? Foggy like a rainy day.
Skin gets all crinkly, knees all wobbly,
Energy dips, can’t move like you used to, probably.

Days roll into weeks, weeks flip to months – fast life.
Wishin’ to rewind, get back to that prime vibe.
But nah, those days? Just flashbacks you ride.
Reality hits – it’s a grind,
Mobility slows, gotta keep humble in ya mind.
People come, people go,
Life’s just a show.

Memories slip, the light dims slow,
And when it’s time to bounce, ya gotta know –
What’s left of ya? What did ya sow?
The touch ya gave, the love ya showed,
Lives you flipped, the seeds you growed.
That’s the measure, bro.

– Petezce the Night Owl