Generations

Generations

They go where time does not expire

And wait for no new moon

Winter falls in summer’s swoon

The creeping vine begins to seed

A world explodes in endless fire

Mouths fill with the taste of mead

And liquor turns the stoutest liar

Some obstacles become a boon

If, of our lives, we do take head

We walk all day on tight rope wires

And end up with the greatest wound

So shall we soon change our tune?

We make ourselves fulfill our need

Our grandest wish becomes desire

More will come like endless weeds

Of everything you will tire

It will come full circle soon

And the look will be parent to the deed

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