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Great lives

Strength to our ancestors

In every way may seem unreasonable

The withering of latter day warriors

Complete in the window of activity

Which makes our understanding easier

Elements of era change our perception

Of great people as each may tune into

Different concepts

Similar doorways have lessened

The framing of powerful men,

In essence great lives are never discovered

Until latter days

When similar notions are reflected

In what we remember.

Never will we truly understand

But can only imagine how these souls

Suffered and lived within their time

Joyous and stressful, delirious or tortured

Great lives will have travelled them all.

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Oct 20, 2019
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