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I see the old man in the park

watching pigeons bob and weave

as day slides slowly into dark,

waiting for his time to leave.

I see the walker on the highway

on his lonely path to glory.

Where he's headed none can say.

He has no one to tell his story.

What is the sum of one man's days?

Whence did we come? Where do we go?

Is there nothing real that stays?

when we're gone, will any know?

Still I cherish days gone by

and spite the fleeting hour's flight,

find joy in every new blue sky,

see each new day in its own light.

Such is my life. I have but one.

I know I must pass through death's portal.

For what it's worth, when I am gone,

I'll live on through love, immortal.