Musings For My Children

More Than Dust

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Wailing, gasping, connected so delicately

The cord is cut, but your grip on life is not your own

It never is. You're more than dust.

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Growing, learning, gaining speed

The rain will come, thunder will roll, and you'll tighten your fist

Choose carefully what you hold, whom you trust.

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You'll climb, you'll summit, you'll bring hope

Love will seek you, will shape you, will define your life

Coose what you love carefully, employ more than worldly lust

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The race is on, your first breath was the gun

You'll want to quit, to coast, to blend right in

But don't. Please don't. You're more than dust.

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Your heart will ache with every shifting glance. It should.

Let passion drive you faster, harder, dangerously close

Go when others say stop. Know Whom your trust.

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Don't be snared, shot, caught by the prowler's deceit

The way Home isn't well lit. The road to to Death is full of laughter

Joy trumps laughter. Be effective. Be just.

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Speed. Get beat up, bruised, with pride wear tattered clothes

Finish the race careening sideways, in flames, eyes wide open

Anticipating the prize. You're much more than dust.