Over the years I moved a few times,
From here to there and there to here,
Over continents overseas and oceans,
Different people languages and cultures,
Alas, with every move something left behind,
A book, a record, at times a frame of mind,
If I was to collect all the things I left behind,
I could have made a huge contribution to humankind,
I would have a much bigger library of art and culture,
Will need a big building to hold all in, a massive structure,
Maybe it is a sign we leave lots behind when we move on,
For every sundown and evening there is a new dawn born,

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