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April 28, 2017
Why go back and seek out ancestors
when living elders you no longer see?
Why retrace steps into the unknown
searching for a lost family tree?
Where leaves long since perished
and branches strangled by mistletoe,
and what you may find out anyway,
you’d be better off not to know.
Why go back looking for heartache
when living isolation on show?
Why not put right what is possible
before being lowered below.
With leaves that long since perished
and where future generations may tread,
so that what they may just find out
will bring them happiness instead.
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