The highest hope we can aspire
Is to light a lasting fire.

To put to pen some fragile phrase
That may transcend our fleeting days.

Mayhaps bequeath a tiny fragment
A word, a line or tacit remnant,

To reach across the tide of time
And touch a soul, perhaps with rhyme.

by Charles J. Kasper

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