TheWhole Entourage
Ever on your own, you have reached these discoveries,
Entered these human land fields, wholesome, unwholesome, some outright unpleasant,
Some sympathetic like this girl in the wooded areas, those loneliest years, you have trodden, in troubled with,
These common passengers,
Who tried to be helpfull,
But these years along with the wind's passings, the betrothals, these life's missions and these final chapters,
The original blueprints, these land maps,
Friends, common enemies, the fathers, mothers and these common acquaintances,
This whole entourage,
Who shares these same interests, common knowledge,
These faiths and trusts that rekindled your love for those human communities,
To be thankful for and whom you have forgotten,unthankfull for,
One by one, these childlike wonders, these tears in your eyes,
Along with the smiles, thesesenile friends, forgotten, forgiven, the enemies,
slowly dissipating into the twilight dusks
disappearing,
This calls that has ever been forwarded, awaiting ateternity's gate
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