They Come

John Prophet

They come.
Generation
after
generation.
Never ending
flow.
Out of
the mist
materialize.
Ethereal
passage.
Entering
the realm.
Marching
armies new
to the
field.
Replacements,
assuming
control.
Taking the
baton.
Priors
fading.
Fading
away.
Exhausted.
End of
story.
Gone!
Time
in theater
short.
Battling.
As those
before.
New troops
engage.
New hopes.
Battling.
Time,
slipping
away.
Immemorial!
Passing
them by.
Next wave
arrives.

  • Author: John Prophet (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 23rd, 2024 07:45
  • Category: Unclassified
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Comments3

  • Tony36

    Great write

    • John Prophet

      Thank you

      • Tony36

        You're welcome

      • Jerry Reynolds

        Well done John.

      • Goldfinch60

        Such true words John, each generation is different and bring different ideas into the world.

        Andy

        • John Prophet

          So the wheel spins. I’m reading some A.I. gurus say that by 2030, 6 years away the world will change dramatically when super intelligent A.I. arrives…
          At that point the wheel will be broken. Who knows.🤷🏼‍♂️



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