Broken pots, cracked cravats,
gems that made it
past desires worn-out
...make it
Shamed deities,
celebrated paintings,
rusty swords,
flints nondescript
...make it
Not one sunrise or a sunset
Not one full moon or a crescent
Not one flower emanating bliss
Nor the zeal to push through adversities
...make it
Not a grain of wit
or a wheel that doesn't creak
...make it
Cramming the museums
Bones of the extinct,
feathers bearing epics
As the lively relics of
humanity
lie buried amid fossils
and indifferent antiques
Things worth treasuring,
preserving for posterity
Smiles that made it
past the present,
Poise, gumption, grit
seldom make it
to the legacy's list
of precious or rare
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