Thousands
cross the muddled pathway
In
this life of mish and mosh
Where
nothing last beyond tomorrow,
Where
joy and sorrow intertwine.
Strangers
one day.
Friends
the next as
Time
creates a distant memory
Muddled
in a clustered noodle,
Withered
grapes left on the vine.
Family
is different,
Day
one to last the cast remains
A
steady flow of come and go
United
by a crimson bond.
Handed
down through generations,
More
than rote or vain tradition.
Bloodlines
know no affectation of
Tomorrow
and beyond.
Though
reunions may be foreign,
Sad
occasions of farewell,
Where
kinfolk gather reminiscent of
Long
forgotten escapades,
Still
the song goes on forever,
And
the love runs still and deep.
In
a world that holds no boundaries
Knowing
family never fades.
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