You go through life

Seeing the symbols

Strewn around,

Some carelessly,

Some thoughtfully –

From the morning dew,

To the fallen tree;

From every empty pew

To each fear powered melee;

Every symbol stands for something,

Each one, is a reckoning

Of how mankind

Has travelled through history

And etched its presence

In the annals of time;

Sometimes, in ways

That are not entirely pleasing,

Or indeed, harmonious,

With the rest of creation –

And it is then that you pause,

To reflect, and to think,

To consider whether you,

When leaving

This world behind,

Would leave something worthwhile

A symbol of hope,

To hold on to,

In the cesspool of decline.

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