Separate Skins

Lorna



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

  • Author: Lorna (Offline Offline)
  • Published: August 8th, 2021 16:29
  • Category: Reflection
  • Views: 49
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  • Neville


    this is something else ... and I love it

    thank you so much for sharing ....

    Neville 🙂

  • Eugene S.

    Beautiful.

  • Accidental Poet

    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. 👍

  • Goldfinch60

    But they will learn there own way from their wonderful teacher Lorna.

    Andy

  • L. B. Mek

    how to disseminate wisdom
    when we're, still
    busily: trying to grasp-it, ourselves..
    beautifully paced
    a wonderful read, thanks for sharing dear poet

  • Poetic Dan

    Three in a row, what beautiful flow to what we only know!
    Thank you my friend



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