And the Great Gate looms,
Your life fades in the mist.
Memories and love,
The only baggage now.
Mansions and jewels
Dust in your hands.
Walk this path
Throwing energy and people away,
Searching for wealth and power;
Stand alone,
Naked and dusty
When the journey is done.
Walk and work with love,
People, your gems and riches.
At the Great Gate
Stand ready and strong;
Your memory and love will live on.
By: SHARON HEANEY STANSFIELD
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