It's all been different
It's all been the same
It's all been anonymous
It's all had a name
It all had a beginning
It all has an end
Its truth lost in winning
Its game of pretend
And we search for the answer
And we question profane
And we blame it on providence
And we smother the flame
And we look toward the horizon
And we look past the shore
And the waves crash with meaning,
—now as then, and before
(Villanova Pennsylvania: July,2016)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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