Walking slowly past the graveyard
remember voices, lonesome voices...
We bare the burdens of
other generations much more important
than ours.
Children are the future -
we believe the world is screwed anyway.
We never saw eye to eye
with generations past, they always
seemed to know more, or care more, or
do more
about the world we live in now.
We are our own hostages
to the hopes and fears
of those who came before us.
Author notes
Option 5 (15 lines), and Option four (something to make you think)
A contest entry
- Options!!! by A Poet Named Kyoto.
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Comments
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This poem is wonderful, I especially love the part "We bare the burdens of other generations much more important than ours" definatly something to think upon!
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