There are some things or people that should be awarded and not forgotten
Unsung
Ancient is word seldom used anymore,
But is so widely practiced,
Amongst everyone, even ourselves,
Was it anger, fear or even, moving on,
Whatever the case, lest we forget,
I'm sorry that I'm not better at being grateful,
It's just one of my fatal flaws,
I guess that's why live,
To write all of our wrongs,
Because we feel in some ways,
That our existence is a mistake,
And our lessons, we are forever indebted to those who give,
And from there, we seem to forget,
So quickly, so submittingly,
And it is to much, I am so sorry,
One of the painful things to endure,
Is to lose something that you love,
And that you take for granted,
It leaves you full of remorse and regret,
And at the same time, grateful,
For what they give you and give us,
For it is still true,
We all together make this world,
A place, a time, and even a space,
A better place for all of us,
In the end, it doesn't matter,
The money, the grudges,
The senseless babble,
It is true what was said,
Now so long ago,
We are family,
No matter how recent or ancient,
We practice,
The dancer moves without a trace,
Poetry by Saga
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Written on 2007-03-22 at 08:21
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