Dagayday, Louigen A.

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The Future
Hold each utopia minute close,

Kiss them with lingering repose,

Tell someone you love them,

Leave the imprint to sink deep within.

For their deeds could soon be gone,

The conscience of the past come undone.

See the future and let the future includes you,

of anticipation of absolutes and rewards due.

Let the future have a glorious home in view,

Not made of clay, brittle stone or straw.

When the lame fragile breath goes weak,

A flame reincarnates years months and week.