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One Day

                                                                  

 

One day,

Each of us awakens

To find that those who created us,

Raised us from clay,

Have, themselves, returned to dust,

Disappeared into our memories' memories,

Left us to fuss over,

Pleasure in,

Those we've shaped from clay,

To prepare them for the one day

When we, too, will have drifted away,

Gone home,

To the One, Who created us,

And bequeathed them our lives' legacy,

That they, too,

One day,

Might celebrate, with their children,

That going which comes just once.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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