Photo Loree (Mason) O'Neil
 
We're virtually alike when we are born,
Life starts out for all much the same...
But later in life, will we still be obscure,
Or be one who's known for their fame?
 
The end of our time cannot erase,
The fact that we really existed...
We've all left our mark, in our own time,
Unique in the ways we were gifted.
 
Our lifetime will serve as the basis for,
How long we will all be remembered...
Our years as the tally, with entries galore,
It's total the choices we've tendered.
 
With the winds of time, that forever blow,
Man reverts back to being the same...
Near forgotten in time, long after he's gone,
Known only by date and a name.
 
(c)  11/19/05  Loree (Mason) O'Neil
 
Midi playing is:  Zhivago

 
 
 

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