Richardson High School - Eagle Yearbook (Richardson, TX)

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'SQ fix ffm Ne Il E ., To l A iff X. W g g Time Men seldom notice that time stands still As they rush from work to rest, For when they pursue Iife's lost aim The centuries rush past. Below our feet are the graves of the ancients Whose world long ago expired, Soon our heads are below the feet of the future, And this world long since retired. We work and then stop. Then begin and succeed And feel as if in motion. We take care of business and then move on Without purpose, adrift in the ocean. When life becomes simple, magic amnesia And we forget that we are here. We think only of what's next on our busy agenda And to death become chained by tear. Time isn't the length between worldly transaction Or the days of our earthly stay. Only a fool would measure and gauge The gift of life in days. J. D. Harness Esprit! 117

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T uw 1 wt, W- mill. skim.tliiifwsigiwittxlwiliultiti.-wma, v-uw., him was r iitltaiwi 5 i tit Ji V i ? . The Man with the Sparkling Eyes Entered a man, into my humble abode. He had sparkling eyes, Who knows what they showed. ln the end I faltered. Why is this so? Who knows? is a reply, But in two thousand years We will all have died. One harnesses a brash remorse For only the wind Can accomplish its course. Why is this'? and Why is that? sm ' S ts is s t 'r 9 I K r I My 9 V N L7 Eff -it X4 ,Q rYE... 't 5' Ifgmfi ' Aff ATV' 118 f Esprit T. tt., .,,aeaefl,, ,i ,mtv get il-iiilg1a :.ii 'tilt 'Elf' -in til W'5ftiWIt't at ill M-W' lil l i 2 Two real questions that one is tempted to reconcile With the eternal coexistence of Mind, Body, and Soul. I feel within myself To answer why, And quite a feat it was to abandon this adventure And seek forgiveness for unbalancing the quest of my mind. The man, with the sparkling eyes, left. l wondered Who? What? Why? Where? and How? Then I knew the glorious truth as l stared, lt was God, for l-le is everywhere. John Wilson