I return to a place where I was once young,
Run my finger over the carving of my own name,
Remember the faces of those who held my hand,
The calm mountain side unchanged,
Does not recall me,
I am no more worthy,
My child follows me,
Now immersed,
As I had been,
Unblinking,
Unaware,
When my eyes close at long last,
I woz here
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