Oh those young eyes
Watching me
Searching my words
For the mysteries
Of my time before their time
If I could show them every little moment
Sing them every song
One by one
They could tilt their heads
And try to comprehend
They would yearn
But never ever know
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Author:
Lorna (
Offline) - Published: August 8th, 2021 16:29
- Category: Reflection
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Comments6
this is something else ... and I love it
thank you so much for sharing ....
Neville 🙂
Beautiful.
WOW Lorna, this poem speaks volumes of reflection between the generations. To be curious of the generations before you is really special. Very well penned. 👍
But they will learn there own way from their wonderful teacher Lorna.
Andy
how to disseminate wisdom
when we're, still
busily: trying to grasp-it, ourselves..
beautifully paced
a wonderful read, thanks for sharing dear poet
Three in a row, what beautiful flow to what we only know!
Thank you my friend
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