Being Poem by Robert W. McCarthy

Being

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One's quest into life
Seeking what is ours to be
Time, waits not to see
Quietly, it beckons thee
Forward towards infinity
Where free souls go to be
Our plan of destiny

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Goldy Locks 12 October 2007

`plan.' the rhymes blind this (your message, your meaning, your intent) .

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