The ripples on this pond seem like
The thousand pages of my life
They come and go with little sound
Yet in their depths is where I’m found
The actors, players on this stage
Recite the chapters page by page
Through every crest and trough they ride
And give accounts both far and wide
The waves absorb the pure white light
And give off colors dazzling bright
The tints and tones, the shades and hues
Perceptual insights as they muse
But who is watching my aquatic show
And so I wonder if they’ll know
The gentle man I’ve grown to be
Or is it lost to anonymity
And as the ripples slowly fade
I watch the end of this parade
Knowing too my life will cease
And pass into eternal peace
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