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Generations

by Thomas K. Hunt

Fathers build and mothers smile
Bear their fruit to drop their seeds
Within us all lives a child
in soil rich beneath the weeds

Years of changing faces
Given eyes tell the truth
Aged lines leave subtle traces
Still, born from just one root

The torch we pass is everlasting
Red embers of bloodline names
Many molds from just one casting
Each one different but yet the same

Still the foe of time fights against us
Always the victor in the field
Though we struggle with mighty vengeance
We suffer a wound that never heals

Faces change to granite markers
Fleeting memories of what we were
Photographs in old footlockers
become unfocused, faded, and blurred

Like the horizon steals the sunset
The ages rob our life of time
Yet like the sunrise in the morning
Another life is born from mine

Immortality does exist
Survived with each new fertile womb
Natures own enduring seed
again will flower, again will bloom

02/25/2016

Posted on 02/26/2016
Copyright © 2020 Thomas K. Hunt

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Michele Schottelkorb on 05/25/17 at 10:05 PM

This is gorgeous... Full circle and hopeful in its somber delivery.

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