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Chalmette Guy Senior Member
since 2009-03-11
Posts 1257Louisiana 
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Another day older And what do I have to show for it? What will make me immortal? Is it never dying, Or the works I create Like busy ants Building, always building Moving ever in vain In their doomed mounds To be destroyed by whim Of Nature or Man, Or by their own hand Pitiless time marches on Cruel Fate, and even crueler Hope Gathers me along with everyone In its tightening grip Some few slipping between fingers Postponing the inevitable Only pausing briefly Until falling faster, They hit the ground suddenly And then what does it all matter? Just another day older And still, What do I have to show for it? |
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Mysteria 
since 2001-03-07
Posts 18328British Columbia, Canada |
You know when you get older you start to think of this seriously, and it finally hits that it does matter. Everything you do matters to you or someone else. It is what you do with the time you have been loaned that really will keep one immortal. You learn eventually it is not what you are, what you have, or what hat your wear. Instead, it is all about what you give away, the memories you make, and those are the immortal moments in our time. It is the love of your surroundings, and fellow man that in the end, sustains the lonely. Well done!  |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
No doubt we do ponder such questions every now and then, especially in the presence of a loss. Sharon is right, I agree with her thoughts. We are so much more than what we think we are ... I believe in the immortality of the soul. We are here to learn to love and every experience matters and will help us to awaken to true spiritual awareness. Thought provoking write, well done! Love, Margherita |
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