Amidst all of my thoughts,
While looking through my dad's ephemera,
With eyes that have seen lots,
Held by hands that have been used for many tasks,
Mostly with the same things,
With aims remaining in the narrow scope,
Of a world mostly premade for me,
Preoccupied by fleeting happenstance,
Nothing lasts very long,
Least of all the life any of us have,
Regardless of how strong,
We all forget,
Lost among diversions,
I'll never let go my father's affairs,
Despite all that hence will therefor be gone.
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