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Lest We ForgetWe dread the day we succumb to the dreadful death that is birth.
The instant we pass our first breath.
But do we wonder if we may be forgotten?
No, we fear it.
To stencil our mark on the world is our hope,
And our wish.
That someday our footsteps will be followed or recorded,
Our words quoted.
We broadcast our lives to the universe as if someone is watching,
Our every move,
Our every mistake.
But where is Big Brother?
Memorials grudgingly attended by family members at the remembrance parade.
Words said over a loved one's casket.
Lest we forget.
Our names plotted on family trees drawn up by curious children.
To be remembered is something we lust after;
The rich, the famous, the names in the record books.
The kings, the tyrants, the heroes:
But even then all that is left is a name or title.
We are but raindrops that have fallen on a wind-screen,
To be wiped away by the black wind-screen wiper of death.
The screen is wiped so only the lucky names remain,
And all that is left is kept withi
Command+vDecember 8th 1998
"Isn't it supposed to be snowing?" asked the young child sleepily who was being led up a small, empty street, to a location unknown to the child. His face was flushed from the cold but he had stubbornly not wrapped himself up in thicker clothes even when asked to by the elderly man that was walking beside him.
"Give it a few days" came the reply in the same monotonous tone that the child was, just now, starting to find annoying.
Just then, the child who, at the time, thought that he had been "very patient" with his elderly company decided he would stop walking with him. He abruptly stopped and began to squat, bringing his body and chest down, to rest with his body just above his knees, both hands came to rest upon his knees. His black eyes staring straight at the elderly man from behind black hair. Seeing this, the elderly man chuckled and simply picked up the child.
The child, who hadn't struggled, was puzzling over the sudden display of emotio
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