The Fading Ink

Title: The Fading Ink

In the realm of print, where stories dwell,
Dwells a tale of a newspaper’s farewell,
With every ink drop and fading page,
A poignant reminder of a bygone age.

A vibrant force taken down by time,
As billionaires grapple to solve the rhyme,
Their billions unable to halt the slide,
Of a cherished tradition losing its stride.

In the digital age, where pixels reign,
The printed word fights to retain,
Its power to captivate, inform, and charm,
Caught in society’s digital swarm.

Yet, within each page, history unfolds,
Stories of truth and tales yet untold,
From scandals to triumphs, all the world’s array,
The newspaper’s demise, a disheartening display.

But amidst this struggle, a glimmer of light,
As phoenixes rise from the ashes of night,
Journalists’ purpose cannot be denied,
To uncover the truth, they’ll forever stride.

So, let us not mourn the paper’s decline,
Instead, embrace their essence, their design,
For the heart of journalism beats ever strong,
A beacon of truth amidst a chaotic throng.