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:
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