Generation

by

Thomas Granger

Most light turned out upon the glass
A striking, golden beam
You can't expect your pain to pass
Would be the way I'd seem

Generations come before
The time to recognize
Knowing that there's always more
You can realize

In words that can't express my grief
Of any other time
From hate comes Love is my belief
Like any other rhyme

Come forward to be cast aside
By endless ridicule
Expressive notions bound to hide
From any passing fool

A sound of voices leads the way
A pleasure all my own
Try to find out what they say
To chisel them is stone

In scripture for the word to see
A whisper curved on sheet
Etch it out as poetry
To make my task complete

NEXT?
Why don't you look at Mavis
by: Francis Duggan
from: Wonthaggi, Victoria, Australia

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