Friday, November 23, 2012

Nary a Smudge

So shallow have I lived my life it’s likely I have made no mark
or lit a candle in the dark of someone else’s soul
I’d like to claim my time a boon the universe might recognize
but I’ve no doubt my paltry prize was wasted, on the whole

Why does it seem to matter only once we reach our golden years
when truly we’ve no time for tears, yet then quite understand
the time for making history has all but come and quickly gone
and all our aimless dodging spawned just footprints in the sand

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