Generations
From all New Beginnings,
we were born to die.
And when in the fullness of our days,
Life-Force Moonshadows,
both good and bad,
speaking truth and lies,
some lawful and corrupt,
promoting equality and inequality
both moral and immoral,
preaching love and hate,
in lasting peace or war,
give birth to our chosen companions.
And as we rise up to find that better place,
in the brightness of our humanity,
we will embrace at each pivotal moment.
Then, when face to face with Father Time,
some dimly lit Moonshadows, still left behind,
will continue to linger awhile,
slowly wane into soft distinct whispers,
and with a last uttered sigh,
will forever declare,
another timeless generation.
HOW WILL WE DEFINE OUR GENERATION?
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