Those Who Came Before

Have you ever paused to think that those who came before
Had fears and loves and little cares upon this temporal shore?

 They gazed on those same mountain tops that you do look on now.
The ocean that inspires you did cause their heads in awe to bow.

 Some loved their own as you do yours and hated seeing pain;
Some loved themselves and hoarded gold and treasures, all in vain.

 But never think that what they thought and felt applies no more.
For paths they took effect your own - the paths of those who came before.

 Tiny babes know nothing more than the world they've been bequeathed:
A world in which their thoughts are shaped by those long buried underneath.

 And so, in turn, think long and well upon the path you'll follow,
To know that, when you came before, you brought the truth to your tomorrow.




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