Daniel Haynes

Rookie (1966 / Washington, D.C.)

A Journey's End

A fold of space, a twist of time
To meet me back, is so sublime
A journey’s haste, a moment lost
A word unspoken, has a cost
We toil unshaken, until we’re done
But alas our toil what for?
We will not be here 100 years hence
What good our lives we lost
For only the good we do here and now

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