So
I have grown weary in my journey,
I, a descendant from
Far
Has traveled long enough
Yet
To have mentally fallen victim of 'age'
As those before me..
I take not my wealth to the grave..
So
Here I bury the truth
Close
Beneath the broken branches that remained from the burning bush.
Next to the answer to the question
Life riddles us...
It read...
"The door to Life...
Said 'Pull,
Not Push'."
FortheloveofPoetry
 1900
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