So what are we, really?
Bonded albums of antiquity—
Of peoples long long ago.
A collected cache
Of generations past—
Albums of long long ago.
Oft were these folks unprepared
Trials and want, left them scared—
Hopeful spirits of long long ago.
Like an ocean atoll,
This courageous ring of souls—
Brave people of long long ago.
They ring our thinking;
Sacred voices still singing—
Their wisdom of long long ago.
We each live a history
That joins with past memories—
Of people long long ago.
And when our album is closed,
We will linger as echoes—
Like peoples of long long ago.
Chip Bergeron
Regis (actually, my name being French, has an accent,
Régis :)
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