Life Of Man
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Juan Olivarez
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We are born and then we cry
Somewhere else, somebody dies.
We crawl, we walk, and even fly,
In silver birds in a clear blue sky.
We live a life as best we can
That is the lot twas dealt to man.
We travel all across the land,
Just leaving footprints, in the sand.
And at long last, our souls do fly,
To their true homes, beyond the sky.
And empty shells, in Earth they lie,
While mournful hearts, forever cry.
4/1/2019 Alton Texas
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