Under the Glare of the Sun
Does it matter, whatever I've done
the mightiest accomplishments
under the glare of the sun
too soon gather dust, too often shunned
What have I built
that won't someday fall down
What songs have I written
will long be around
When it's over and done ...
What's the point of this poem --
to surrender to darkness and death?
Not as long as this heart beats
and these lungs can draw breath
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