Though time amidst the stars was brief, it shone
With superstellar brightness of its own.
Each day was seized upon the very dawn,
Its length filled full of life till it had flown.
With every breath the wind pursues its way,
Which likens to the journey that we share,
In puffs or raging blasts it yields its sway,
While we attempt to grasp the why and where
Of mastery of fate, though there be none -
Yet none, that is, unless a legacy
Remain to mark each sojourn round the Sun
And speak forever to eternity.
Lend me your hand, in keeping, to the end -
Your loving grasp gives me the strength to fend.
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