An iceberg is large
till it’s shadow is seen
A word heard
But what does it mean
There can be no understanding
till there is mutual consent
yet a word in any season
has always a specific reason
A surface is hollow
Even when only knee deep
but carry me to the root
and I’ll show you substance
Every rain brings new life
Like the day and night
even trials begin the path
that leads to every victory
Scurry around hither
till you are weary with fatigue
then grow old and retire the league
to lay with the wooden laced hickory
By then forever six feet deep
many gather round but all came to weep
this one night forever keeps
never again to wake from eternal sleep
Can this be for one to have no recollection
In the womb memory has no connection
Who knows their first memory ever had
eternity sits in our hearts affection
To think in death is to think at birth
Do we remember either time on earth?
Can we know the future or relive the past
Even what was only temporary last
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