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[title] => …in the jungle of our days
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[bodytext] => Bones lie, unchanged, rotting away The reminder of some former life. Each grain falls in the hourglass Like a continuous, heavy pendulum swinging Back and forth through the time We still have left. We are guided through past memories And those who did not make it. Many Fell, but we still have some time to Stamp out the fires we made To leave no trace of wrong. Lend a heavy, iron hand to those in need, Hoping that someone, someday will Do the same when our grains stop falling. Keep going, through the unmapped Forests of the future to the dark caves. Forever asking, did He want us To travel this way? Fight off treacherous serpents Anyway we can, not to become A serpent ourselves. Ignore the voices Telling us to retreat. But continue to finish our Journey. We then look back to think, Could we have done any better? Our bodies of porcelain skin and iron bones, Will soon, break and fall. Yet we know, we can go on With one more chance. Our fragile, glass hearts remain strong To keep on the fight, and will not crack. Our guide remains, a distant But warm light lending us hope. Pendulums swing back and forth. We stop. But we carry on stronger, Forever fighting serpents, forever stamping out fires …in the jungle of our days. [comments] => 5 [counter] => 178 [topic] => 21 [informant] => benchiou [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 28 [ratings] => 6 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => Lifepoems )
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