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Do my words speak to anyone,
Or are they just words to remind myself,
Of things I have done,
And things to do,
Past loves I have had.
Or in each ear, does it ring true,
An echo of attempted thought,
Not just my ramblings,
But another's comprehension,
Of nothing,
That pours from my lips.
I hope that you understand,
Yes you, I talk to you,
I hope that it is not something to read,
And throw away,
But learn about me from it.
Don't stop there, whatever you do,
Learn about yourself as well,
And when you can,
Write yourself,
So I can learn about you.
Your loves, your deeds, your youth,
Days gone past like seeds,
Formed of a dandilion,
Blown in the wind,
To sprinkle their vigor on other grounds.
When I have grown old and weary,
And wish just be swollowed up,
I shall look back upon sacred words,
Reading each,
The story of your life.