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a century ago


a century ago 
depended on tomorrow-
hopes, 
      dreams, 
               fame, 
                    & glory
hottest pursuits, 
collective life goals
none of them invalid
no judgements to pass
just looking back, 
it's easy to see—
while father time marches on,
mother earth grows frail.
guilty are we all...
for taking so many tomorrows,
(promised to none)
for granted.




© June 7, 2019 /baccusbee 

( words mine. Image created in collaboration with starryai/Whimsy)


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