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The Past Follows Everyone

Time on me is telling it becomes everyone's foe
But my past follows me to wherever i go
In my flights of fancy i hear the gray crow
Cawing on a beech tree where the rank rushes grow
They live on in us Nature's voices we knew
In my visualizations i hear the curlew
Above the brown bogland in beautiful May
When the hawthorns are in their blooms of white to gray
The past follows everyone like it followed me
I hear the chaffinch on leafy alder tree
When Nature's gift to the fields her wildborn flowers
Are blooming midst the greenery after Spring showers
Your past follows you it does not stay behind
Till your life's journey's end it will live in your mind.

by Francis Duggan

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