Fade away into the distance, Fade away to black and white, A picture on the mantle Of a dimming light. A memory of someone, Cherished in some way. How the colour’s fading, There’s not much one can say. History is missing, The clan is now no more. A culture and a people. Who is keeping score? Once, pride of unity, The ancient words we knew. Lost our grasp of many. Showing whence we came. Reach back into the distance, The elders of our clan. Retell their stories. Reflect as best you can. They were the true foundation, From where you came to be, So, get to know your elders, Become their memory.
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