Forget Me Not

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 Seasons come, and seasons go,

The years, they pass us by.

Time continues its tireless march,

A force no man denies.

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Spare a moment, a quiet thought,

For those who came before.

The ones who once walked this land,

Whose feet stood on this shore.

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More than just names and dates,

Inscribed upon worn stone.

Names quietly obscured,

As moss has slowly grown.

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They were people who, once were loved,

And people who were known.

To them, our own existence,

Our very lives we owe.

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The thread of life is fragile,

It connects us one and all.

Weaving its great tapestry,

Through every rise and fall.

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Each of us a timeless blend,

Of the present and the past.

Players on the stage of life,

Cherish the roles in which we're cast.

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Susan Brackett

(Inspired by the endless motion of the sea)

To the ones who came before, without them, we ourselves would not be.

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