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In what direction do we speed? 
A mote of dust, this drifting earth.
Scant years of life don’t count.
To us only, are they paramount.

We are born of family clan.
Do we act as best we can?
Words of Marvell, truly spoke,
Many a thought, to provoke.

We know not, when is our end.
‘Til then, what message send?
We know all, and even yet,
Mostly, do we forget.

Time forever fades away.
Another sunset, another day.
‘Til one day it does not rise.
‘Tis the day, a person dies.

To you, my dear petite, 
I must remind,	
Grudges, destroy the sweet, 
Humble the kind.

Spite brings no joy, 
No love, no light,
No peace, no relief
Of pain or plight. 

You have not world enough, or time.
To squander life, indeed a crime.
In a moment, you too are old.
Did your hurting heart turn cold?

I’m human, not devil or divine.
Where does one draw the line?
In a flash, life flees the living,
Leaves behind, the unforgiving.

When parents face eternal rest,
Was your silence truly best?	
Words are too tardy said,
When you, or they, are dead.

When life comes to end, 
Nothing left to tend,
No flower left to bloom,
No angel plays a tune.

Years of love and much more,
Your youth, shared with us.
Now it’s we, you do ignore.
Is there nothing to discuss?

Before I’m ashes in an urn,
Perchance you may yet discern.
Think of Dad, and espy,
A flash of love, no mere sigh.

I’m your father. Was all for naught?
We are here. And then we’re not.
One last breath, and all is dark,
There’s no angel, and no harp.

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