Peeling Back the Layers
Of each year of time.
I know the world is different
than it was a hundred years ago.
The band that played to its death
on the deck of the Titanic, where
is its equivalent today?
As I age I sense a shifting
of assumptions as time proceeds.
Valley girl speech, ridiculed at first,
then everyone was doing it.
Each generation hard wired as to
what it regards as truth.
Each new generation
reinterprets according to its needs,
and events in my time
begin to sound like lies.
It causes one to wonder
as we look at old manuscripts
of the real presence of
dragons!
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