We dream about the people
we could have been,
should have been,
but for fate and flaws of character -
the kind of people we
would be proud to know.
We dream of what those people
would have gone to accomplish,
as we look at our barren lives
in the dusk; we think of
the monuments of their lives
they could see in the last
light before the night. Yes,
we admit, it would have
still been but sandcastles
raised on the beach, before the
rising tide of change
we call death
would come and swept it away.
But in this twilight it
would comfort us
as we watch the coming tide.
03.02.2021
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