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| Life History by © billybird_nj Critical of others as they are of me; my chains silently clank - cannot be free. Pulled relentlessly onward from pillar to post, drawn on by the answer - by maybe a ghost. River of life, I see running swiftly by, and youth becomes ancient in the blink of an eye. I see nations rise and fall from glory, still hear the cosmos sing their ageless story. I am still pulled onward, passing year through year; always being afraid - yet, I do not fear. The path reaches outward to a place beyond old. Believe in the story which has been just told. William T. Greenacre (c)WTG 2001 |