Who Were They? October 29, 2025
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Our fleeting moment
upon this stage
is rushing by.
We blink,
and the long lazy days
of youth fade in our rear-view mirror.
We blink,
and prime time
has left the building.
We blink,
the kids are grown,
and middle age is just a stage.
We blink,
and old age creeps up on us.
One day
we look in a mirror,
and we see,
our grandparents
looking back at us.
Like flowers in the field
we sprout,
bloom,
and fade away.
Like dust in a shaft of sunlight
we swirl and dance,
till the breezes of time blow us away.
Like smoke from a chimney,
we stand out,
against the sky
Until we merge with the clouds
and silently drift away.
For most of us
one or two generations
at the most three or four
and no one will
remember we were here.
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