Today I am
I once was not
Again I will not be
And always I will be myself
Until there is no me
At first I was a shriveled thing
A toothless, hairless head
And so again will I appear
When at last I go to bed
To start I was an empty slate
I learned to love
I learned to hate
I learned of birds and trees and stars
I learned of ships and planes and cars
One day these things
All will be gone
Lost to memory
To be born and live and die
What peculiar symmetry
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