On Both Shoulder
As the sun sets, this mortal world is an hour older
The darkness without warmth is always a bit colder
Stones past along the way some the size of small to boulder
Life's highway is punctuated by mile markers on both shoulder
Are they memories or just distances placeholder?
As fires long burn out, their ashes still find ways to smolder
Does asking questions or finding their answers make us bolder?
True happiness really is in the eye of the beholder
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