Years pass by,
Yet not one has died.
Since you were born,
You start to mourn.
So much has passed...
Nothing to be asked.
One who lives,
As if there were no tomorrow,
Gets the glories of today.
Names come and end, for many times.
Others remembered... for eternity.
Deeds that shall always be,
Will never vanish.
Vanish in one's own light,
Is a glorifying experience.
When vanished by others lights,
Is just to be one of the rest.
Being unique in the very sense,
Is to be awesomely cherished.
Original is a wonderful desire,
Desires of many that want to shine.
Shining is what gives us strength,
To continue with all our wonders.
Wonders that will become,
Dreams that will be treasured.
Relish each year,
As the years pass...
Attach importance to it.
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