Inhaling your first bit of air,
You open your eyes on your first breath,
to little else than family fanfare
As you grow family changes,
or maybe just rearranges
Yet your first breath will remain,
bringing means that will sustain
Allowing you to form,
and reform your life`s norm
Some look to a god, while others nothing or math,
but we all eventually create a path,
which enables us to navigate this great land
And if lucky, with that of another`s warm hand
But no matter how you get there,
we end up at that same 'somewhere',
Either looking back or forward,
for a mere glimpse in or outward,
You might have already fallen,
or you could be standing tall when...
Inhaling your last bit of air,
You close your eyes on your last breath,
to no more than family fanfare
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