That Place
A birth ends, another begins.
All is remembered, all is forgotten.
From struggle to splendour, from feeble to forever.
All is remembered, all is forgotten.
Will we learn today
From all whom have, the path, lay.
Will we turn the clocks of yesterday
And have it another way.
To learn to forget,
To learn to remember.
To strive only for That Place,
Where all is remembered, all is forgotten.
(In memory of R. R., 1986-2009)
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