Generations
Generations
By Fatmir Terziu
We were boys, you were girls,
fed by the morale of the time
you fled from us
as if we were beings from separate worlds.
You were girls, we were boys
we sat on the same school desks,
youth, that today you can hardly find,
by pencil we noted the sitting plan.
We are no longer those of yesteryear
others have been born of us
and they are boys and girls
and today their words weigh differently.
Life itself has revolutionised
you can’t easily distinguish boys and girls,
they say it’s the ‘new generation’
and words for them are like fairytales.
We were just who we were at that time
children born and knotted with patches,
we prayed for this spring to arrive,
but it seems to have descended from the moon.
The cold season is approaching,
Starlings bicker over the fence
consciously seeking a hideout,
do they actually think?
We see them with the eyes of yesteryear
Unintentionally we sin during every season,
we forget how valuable
for us even one advice was.
And whilst the starlings sharpen their wings
the London sky dawns and greys
my mind wanders to you, girls
who wore the same shirt in all seasons.
Copyright © Fatmir Terziu | Year Posted 2014
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