Herbert Nehrlich - Stones

The day you're born the midwife says
Milestones.
Your father rests his head in hospital,
Milestones.
Your kids get married, grandkids come,
Milestones.
You walk through life and feel so driven,
Milestones.
You lived but left a few unturned, they were
Milestones.
And then, one day they put you down among the
Gravestones.

Herbert Nehrlich

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