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An Ode To The Hearth Everything born is birth Anything dies is dead Nothing ever really changes Because nothing is new Life is given This same life is taken. Emptied dreams Emptied hopes and aspirations At the river Styx eternally floats. Lukewarm; of what is hot And of what is cold? Man's infinitesimal problems Take all his times, for human life is Indeed vain and strife; Living to impress others impressing others. Oh mother hearth, Be revered, for home is Where lies true love and companionship Even at the end of civilization Let there be thy ever burning fire In our hearts, reassuring Serendipitous. Godwin Henry Osaigbovo Pa Shakespeare

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