Mortal Acceptance

Dear child:

There comes a time when we must relent
When we must cast our dreams into the fervent wind,
Like daffodils, to sprout on earth more fertile than our own

When we must set brittle bones to old wood
And watch, from afar, the world give birth and kill
To watch all things new become frail again

When we must embrace all that we love, knowing
That their time will soon come to pass and, in turn,
Embrace the difficult acceptance of our own

Young child:

Heed my words and do not aspire for wealth
Nor useless material items that prove so
Wrap yourself in the very fabric of life and truly live!

For the greatest regret we could ever know
Is living a life of ignorance and flippancy, only to
Realize there is no other life beyond this.



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