I stand between two very long times,
Rays stretching out beyond my horizon.
The past is certain, but not really known,
The future is uncertain and unknown.
The past belongs to my fathers and grandfathers,
The future belongs to my children and grandchildren.
The past is memory, a sigh perhaps,
The future is a hope, and also a sigh.
I stand trying to remember how I got here,
And wondering where I might be going.
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