Centennial
One hundred footprints sunk in sand
On path of life to distant land
Within each one shines new-lost hope
Let past now fall down future’s slope
One hundred chances turned to dust
Seen only now in dreams of past
Suppressed by guilt and blind mind’s trick
Those chances tumble by so quick
One hundred people loved so dear
Their picture’s framed by crystal tear
That rolls down cheek unknown by kiss
Of those whose pictures now I’ll miss
One hundred songs I’ve yet to sing
And still more dreams I’ve yet to bring
To life and love and future’s chance
Now come with me and join the dance
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