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In All Its Forms
one man outlasts
many seasons
one generation outlives
the past
we are steadily
inhabiting the future
transcending yesterday’s
structures with
science and math
but we must still
stop and look
at the paintings
in our grandfathers’
hallways
read the classics
take classes
on Irish and Chinese history
photograph
the White Rhino
visit the coast
before the waters rise
because water may endure
(in all its forms)
long after
this human mystery
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Simon
Thu, 2018-09-13 08:52
Hi gregwa8,
It will take us especially the new generations to realize that our future is till in the hands of our grandfathers, this is a wake up call for all to stop and look back from where we are coming before we inherite technology fully. Thanks for call.
I just think towards that direction.
gregwa8
Thu, 2018-09-13 15:43
thanks Simon. a good read of
thanks Simon. a good read of the poem. looking back as well as forward. cheers,
greg
Simon
Thu, 2018-09-13 08:52
Hi gregwa8,
It will take us especially the new generations to realize that our future is till in the hands of our grandfathers, this is a wake up call for all to stop and look back from where we are coming before we inherite technology fully. Thanks for call.
I just think towards that direction.
Shadowdancer3349
Sun, 2018-09-16 22:09
Greg
You have managed to combine past ,present and future in one write love this one yet in all isn't the message still the same stop and smell the roses?
Roscoe Lane
Mon, 2018-09-17 10:11
Love this,
Love this poem it has a mystic feel about it, captures the mind and the heart. Regards Roscoe..
Roscoe Llane,
Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.