Faces of past
Faces that never seem to last.
Actions and words
And words that go unheard.
Memories of life
And of pain so suffice.
Time will never end
Nor will there ever be a few seconds to lend.
Every minute of every day
Weather you stand or lay.
Every minute counts
Not even one discounts.
History is everything
And all of nothing.
If we do not learn it
The we must be a dit-whit.
Because we are doomed to repeat it
Without any whit.
History is meant to be
Learned because it is a need.
Faces of past
Will only last
If we know.
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