A Thousand Years From Now

If someone leans upon an ancient tree In future’s shade, a thousand years from now Might they engage a wrinkle in the brow And ponder over death of fallen leaves? Are we not formed alike in fairness gained Or time might choose to forge us enemies? Would cloak, or hair, or skin of different blend Invite your eyes to shun away from me? If those born first, have greater weight to bear Or yours, one day, the lift more heavy lot Each step by step, we travel blind and torn our crossroads come the same, or do they not? Will one day find you leaning by a tree And find a stone beneath the powdered dust And wonder if it once belonged to me To think it bone, or questions turned to rust? ___________________________________________ Iambic Pentameter........By Carrie Richards