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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FLMVB0B1_Ts Aaron Copeland's "Fanfare for the Common Man" Drums play ears listen Visions display eyes glisten. The quiet burns as freedom yearns. Trumpeters announce man's every ounce. Distant thunder sounds love should abound. Embrace the words, the message of life's echo, its solitary vestige. Here we live and proudly stand the everyday un-common man Struggling to live well from birth before we leave this hallowed earth. In looking back who we are, what will we see the good people we struggled so hard to be? What will or should be mankind's epitaph as God separates us from the weed and chaff? In the end, money, prestige and power will be undone and individual lives forgotten in the rising and setting sun. Yet in the shadowed past something might remain purpose and presence in release of these chains. Play soft and loud the song to be unsung and silence the words and lies of tongues. We are people born once to being honest and sincere where are we now from promises - far off or closely near? Sound the instruments and play the song man has made his mark loud and strong Last farewells may quickly come as self centered dreams succumb. In his final and departing absence comes return of nature's balance. In the end we are simply men.
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