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At Thirty Years
by Leonard M HawkesIn the beginning
I was one of you--
With you in mind and heart,
Trained and paid to stand above:
And there were gifts,
And there were passions,
And a new satisfaction.
Now I see you
With another heart,
And often with another's eyes,
Manipulate with another's hands, another's mind;
Envisioned sometimes through five generations--
Still with the gifts, still with the passions,
And a new satisfaction. 11/16/2007 Author's Note: B.R.H.S.
Posted on 11/16/2007
Copyright © 2024 Leonard M Hawkes
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by George Hoerner on 12/08/07 at 04:44 AM I remember 30 years. I worked just over that for the Ford Motor Co. In some ways I look back and think how I've changed and then again how much I've not. Amazing how our perspective changes with the years. |
| Posted by Chris Sorrenti on 02/21/08 at 05:46 PM B.R.H.S. - High school reunion poem? In any case a thought provoking expression that works well in this poet's yearbook. |
| Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 07/31/08 at 11:42 AM and still the changes yet to be, alterations from which we are never free but are committed to of some preconceived will. to me this poem speaks powerfully about duality, about who we were and remain in so many ways. |
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