Milestones come

Highway signs

A blur passing by

Some large, others small

All passed

Remarked in passing

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

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 

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