PROGENY
Passing
months and fleeting years
Spawn memories fogged by time and tears
'Till
youth is but a faceless mask
Worn carelessly by those whose task
Is bringing sustance from a world that on this
earth their forefathers engraved
In
younger times the seeds 'twere sown
Now are loosed to rear their own
A
cauldron teems with child and friend
Makes life seem tho ''twill never end
So those that gave them breath and breast are
put aside for later days
Nowdays I
hide from evenings chill
Reflecting on the days that will
Be
long recalled if only by
Those that failed, tho they tried
To quell unseemly deeds of haste and keep their
foolish pride at bay
Bustling
streets and busy malls
Seem distant from behind these walls
Rarely
do I venture out
To weave among the thronging crowds
Of moms and dads of babes and teens desperate
to escape their maze
I sit
instead 'mongst fragrent blooms
Seeking solice from scattered runes
Pleasures
wrought by simple things
Sunsets, clouds, children singing
An evening's breeze that blows a subtle hint of
each days tale
Wisdoms
borne of history's dawns
Are passed from fathers to their sons
Mothers
teach their daughters well
What each will need their own to tell
Then finally strife and toil are done and they
retire to their graves