When was the last time I met you? I don’t remember.
Memories fail me, to my utter dismay.
Time flies, we tread new paths
And you die each day.
Mankind grows, evolves, sprouts,
Out to colonize the farthest strips.
You are locked up, dead and buried,
Upon your grave we make bloated leaps.
We preach, we shout, we raise hand like
Hapless souls sans mothers’ bliss
Dead that you are, I can’t see you.
Sound of silence, rest in peace!

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