but the rarest gift we will never see.
The gift of forever only arrives
after we have passed away.
The gift of forever we all wish for,
to be remembered long after we’ve gone.
That our words will make hearts sing
for hundreds of years to come.
It is the immortality we all seek.
30 December 2012
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