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Nov 2014
No more to paint the world in color,
No more the time for one another,
There lurks a void within us all,
We rise and tumble and we fall.

It's so they say our lives go on,
We see the sunset and the dawn,
There passes friends and family too,
What is humanity to finally do?

To make our mark upon this place,
We have to give into the human race,
To dwell amongst the living and dead,
The serious thoughts now haunt my head.

Success and failure such familiar friends,
Here comes beginnings with the ends,
We laugh and cry and wonder through,
To start each day as something new.

Inventing who we create us to be,
Sometimes so blinded we can not see,
But try we may in much more endeavors,
The world shows us we are not clever.

Yet, don't despair when walls *****,
There's  hope somewhere we won't neglect,
The time and effort put forth this day,
Will bring forth abundance such as it may.

One last thought coming from my brain,
Most of us struggle and are quite insane,
But so it is what it will eventually be,
You are your you and I am my me.
Written by
Carl Gene Hardwick  65/M/Arizona
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