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At some point all that own, all that we have, all that we admire, is gone. Then what? |
-When All Is Gone- by Keaton Foster Twelve Line Poem Stuff, things, items Ownership and stewardness Appreciation over our possessions Not a single thing left to dereliction Always doing what we see as right But be assured when all is gone There will be nothing to admire Nothing for which to truly aspire There will just be a void filled hole A bottomless pit in which to fall Downward we all are meant to go And all that we once kept will be for naught… When All Is Gone Written by Keaton Foster Copyright © 2014. |