Isn't it lonely to think that
one day we will all be
forgotten.
Our shadows will no longer
stretch out behind us as we
face the sun.
Our names will merely be
blurred lines on fallen
headstones,
our bodies returned to the
earth,
Our great deeds footnotes in
the end pages of dusty
history books.
Our mistakes forgotten and
repeated by the generations
that will follow.
Our cites and civilizations
will rise and fall,
And even the gods will
slowly fade into obscurity
perhaps the most painful
death of all.
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PoetryThis is a book of quotes that I have found on a plethora of social media sites that I have related to or I feel others would relate too.
