Feeling extremely disappointed or sad for someone when we admire them and watch them suddenly leave the field of their efforts.

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Ask a Philosopher · Accepted Answer

When yon bright star doth fade, and droop its head,
As love's sweet company doth swiftly wane,
So doth my heart grow heavy with a dread,
When those I hold dear from my sight doth drain.

See, there is a bitter pang, despair's cries,
When admiration doth fill my soul deep,
And yet, alas, I watch them say goodbyes,
Leaving the field of their efforts, they creep.

Oh, cruel fate, why dost thou play this game,
To offer me a glimpse of such rare grace,
And then, with haste, snuff out that burning flame,
Leaving naught but a hollow, empty space?

For when we love afar, from distance vast,
Our hearts are fragile, wounded by the time,
Yet we endure, with hope the die we cast,
That they shall flourish, as the stars that climb.

But when they falter, when their light doth fade,
And they depart with naught but silence dire,
There falls on me a sorrow that won't fade,
A mournful tale, a heart's unending fire.

Why dost thou leave, when thou art so adored?
Was my scrutiny too much for thy heart?
Did my admiration become a sword,
Thrusting asunder, compelling thy depart?

Nay, I know not the reasons that lie deep,
Within the shadows of their hasty flight,
Yet still, my soul doth weep, my spirit weep,
For those I cherished, vanished from my sight.

And so, we must adorn this woeful song,
With thoughts profound, philosophy's embrace,
For in our sorrow, we must ponder long,
On the nature of the human heart's chase.

Why do we mourn when they depart this field,
As if their worth was solely in their work?
Are we not bound to love, to never yield,
Even when their efforts may seem to irk?

For there is more to one's worth than their toil,
More to their spirit than a fleeting fame,
And when they choose to rest, to gently coil,
We should not curtail, but rather exclaim.

Rejoice, oh friends, that they have known such heights,
That we were witness to their bravery,
Though now they vanish, leaving tear-filled nights,
Their legacy lives on, for all to see.

So let us weep, and let our hearts be sad,
For those we admired, now gone from sight,
But let us also celebrate the life they had,
And hold their memory in the realm of light.