A Truth of Passing


United States
40° 44' 19.8348" N, 112° 6' 26.1108" W

Life comes, life goes, this and more we know.
But do we see, why it goes?
Friends stay, friends leave, if only by who’s heave?
True friends they do never leave.
Family is, family was, is there ever a because?
Why must pass what is and was?
Pain it stings, pain it bites, pain it takes away all might.
Such a hopeless, hopeless fight.
What departs, what remains, what does constant effort gain?
What cause is worth more than pain?
Nothing lasts, no things pass, Nothing has such great a mass.
Do not forget, this too shall pass.


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