Pass It On Poem by Dorsey Baker

Pass It On

Life is the beginning of things
Death the end of things
Their paths
Crossing at some point
In time

Coming to a destination
A connection must be made
Where it must begin
Where it must end

From nothing coming
Back to nothing back again
The fatality is reality
Being realized
In a very blunt way

What once was
What is
Being delayed
Cannot be the passage of time
As it moves
So quickly it does

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