Milestones
MILESTONES
Small stone posts stuck in the ground,
mark life’s fleeting journey.
From birth to death these small posts,
remind us of our odyssey.
Some people have stones aplenty,
while others not so many.
These small stones tell the tales,
of all our triumphs and tragedies.
A stone is etched,
with our first cry.
With our last breath,
the last stone marks our death.
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