History
You give me history and I write of it,
but what is it without mystery.
What we see what we don’t,
what will be what may not.
But what’s all these without what was?
For everything that happens, man seeks the cause.
and woman finds love or lust…
As the children dare before the worse,
and end up blamed for such.
Our fathers hope for us the best,
our mothers do same nonetheless.
yet who can escape the past?
the present we have with us at last,
the future seems to be an outcast.
You give me history and I write of it,
and the younger generations to come,
will always be curious about me…
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