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Will it really matter in the end?
When all's done and we're all done?
In that orderly rush,
It's not clear who has won.
We leave dust and bone,
What has this shown?
To those who fill the space?
To those who enter the race?
A lifetime later, will they know?
Who will show and who will go?
On their way, they won't care.
Neither will you: you're already there.
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Comment by: sadon - 2007-12-25 16:41
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| Hmm..life and its never ending questions.Looks like you're wondering about those things just like me and the rest of the world.I love this poem because you've managed to put in those 12 lines (yes i counted them!) all the qs we ask ourselves and everything that life is made up of.Great writing! :) |
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Comment by: sarra - 2007-10-22 23:10
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ohhh wow. This puts everything in a very vivid perspective on (well, the way I'm seeing it) 'you cant take it with you'. Basically, it doesn't really matter what we do or what we have here, it's all forgotten in the end, once we're long gone.
This has influenced me to write something of my own. I love when that happens!! |
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| Great poem, sad mood. I love it, especially the last line. |
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Brilliant final line. Wraps up all those question with a strand of cobweb and tells you to bugger wondering about everyone else, time to worry about yourself. Or that's what I got, anyway.
Thanks for a great read. |
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