MORTALITY

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This land is vast,

My steps are small.

Whilst time is infinate

My time here is short.

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How can one man in one lifetime

Hope to leave any imprint on eternity?

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But it is done,

Many times done.

Their names a legacy

Of good or bad,

Of creator or destructor.

Synonymous with their deeds.

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So why not I the baubles of fame?

Perchance I must strive to make eternal my name.

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From the Collection

Poemata Vitalis (Poetry of Life)

By Ron Addenbrooke