The Future
by Peter
Wakefield Kitcher
For though we walk,
we will never know
Where other ones have ventured forth to
go.
For they have tried, as we who are left
may also fear
That when we arrive, that what we hoped
was far away
Is now so near.
For that is life, we live and yet years
pass, and everything is near,
And yet as we approach we find all is
past.
And then we know, that things we found
were dear are no longer there.
And though we try to bring them back,
We try and try, they’ve gone, they
are no longer there.
We must believe this.
When one is young, so many roads ahead,
One makes the choices, some so good and
some so bad.
But now at last they all have gone but
only one remains,
So take it, where it goes may well be sad
but only one will know. |
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