Milestones come
Highway signs
A blur passing by
Some large, others small
All passed
Remarked in passing
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Those that don’t escape our view
That seem to lag
Almost dancing in our gaze
Mark our memories
Indelibly and temporarily
Markers on the mental map
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Round numbers are remembered
For convenience’s sake if nothing else
Enjoyed, however, the same
Hearts joyed, souls enriched
In the vast dark ocean of life
A lighthouse beacon
