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A Different Day

This life we live is but a different day
as through eternal time we saunter on our way.
No thought of where our ramblings finally lead
or consequences born in spreading of our seed.
What perchance doth our existence mean to those,
who had we not sprung forth, might find lifeís close
but now, because we altered their path too,
must find direction that has sprung anew.

One act can not be isolated from the whole
for each and every tremor makes purpose to its role.
Not only central ripples wash to waveforms make
but repercussions speed their turn to take
and in their wake thereís nothing left behind
that touched by universal differences find
no longer may their pathways stay the same
for all, and everything plays tribute to this game.

The life we live is but a different day
as through eternal time we saunter on our way.
No entity or action independent to our fate
but destiny dictated, determined by the weight
of amalgamated lifetimes in an ever shifting pool
of human interaction that combines to make the rule
that  total dedication to the way things should be done
canít make any bloody difference, so we may as well have fun!

Ivor G Davies

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