I am a writer at heart
I am a writer at heart
(Though a scientist by trade)
I see around me a million souls
In whom the experience of life is made
Not as hopelessly mundane
As I often fear
But each rich with tales
Gathered year to year
Wholly unremarkable
To the undiscerning eye
But beneath the outer layer
One indeed may spy
Depths of many passions
Both pain and joy
Unrealized infinities
In each girl and boy
Each a story to tell
Of their unique time on earth
As they ventured into the world
From each’s own birth
I long to record
Something of their time
Spent experiencing and learning
Before they must die
And return to the earth
However their lives spent
Capture their perspectives
Til to the Mother they are sent
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