Microcosm

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Title:     Microcosm
Author: Madison Julius Cawein [More Titles by Cawein]

The memory of what we've lost
Is with us more than what we've won;
Perhaps because we count the cost
By what we could, yet have not done.

'Twixt act and purpose fate hath drawn
Invisible threads we can not break,
And puppet-like these move us on
The stage of life, and break or make.

Less than the dust from which we're wrought,
We come and go, and still are hurled
From change to change, from naught to naught,
Heirs of oblivion and the world.

[The end]
Madison Julius Cawein's poem: Microcosm

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