Father Time
scattering the seeds
of history
over the barren landscape
of humanity
Relics to be studied
and analyzed
by those
who feel the need
to dredge up yesterday
We all contribute
to the grand tapestry
in our miniscule way
Centuries from now
when unborn
curiosity seekers
climb our family trees
they shall sum our existence
in a line or two
So take heed
my contemporary friends
We are the gardeners
of our destiny
and in the end
when all is said and done
the harvest we reap
defines us forever
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