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The Earth's Generations

We are but flesh and blood spawned from a putrid drop our end to lie in the ground with the worm and maggot Babes, dependent on mothers for nourishment and love at the close of our days as helpless as newborns again In the prime of our lives we satisfy our desires as we can for the fulness of the bloom soon fades, the years swiftly pass and age takes its toll in full measure We rage at perceived injustice call for an end to iniquity knowing too well the futility of reform the bloody terror of revolution... The earth's generations come and go One truth they do know ~ When passion subsides, quiet faith emerges All else vanity and funeral dirges

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Jennifer Proxenos

Date: 4/16/2020 11:56:00 AM

A very philosophical write my friend, very well penned and each word so absolutely true! Blessings, Jennifer

Gershon Wolf
Date: 4/16/2020 9:39:00 PM

Jennifer, I couldn't ask for a kinder comment. Thank you so much. God bless you and your family, Gershon

Quoth Theraven

Date: 4/15/2020 11:09:00 PM

The lasting futility is wearisome to be sure. We've carried the load so far, now so plain to see. However, hope reigns still. We make it far past 40 or 50 or ?? years and think we're the clever kind for it. But there is a silent majority long buried now, who know the real weight of things. Those who sacrificed youth and gave all they had. Did they die in vain? Or did they hope for more, hoping we carry on trying to find the answers, and seal the final fate of Man. -Richard

Gershon Wolf
Date: 4/16/2020 9:38:00 PM

Enjoyed reading your profound comments, as always, Richard. Take good care, please. :) Gershon

Jcb Brul

Date: 4/15/2020 5:30:00 AM

Oh, the cycle of life! Continuing ...repeating again and again....Let us all be safe!

Gershon Wolf
Date: 4/16/2020 9:37:00 PM

Thank you so much for the comment, JCB. Take care now! :) Gershon

Jenish Somadas

Date: 4/15/2020 2:44:00 AM

All else vanity and funeral dirges..Great verse of life.. Deep perception of life in lockdown..Takecare Gershon..

Gershon Wolf
Date: 4/16/2020 9:36:00 PM

Jenish, appreciate the comment, and you take good care! :) gw

Sam Kauffman

Date: 4/14/2020 4:37:00 PM

Light to dark to light, life to death to life flowing effortlessly from stanza to stanza in your poem. So well done!

Gershon Wolf
Date: 4/16/2020 9:35:00 PM

Thanks for you kind words and support, Sam. Best wishes, Gershon

Judy Ball

Date: 4/14/2020 4:32:00 PM

Ashes to Ashes and Dust to Dust. My grandfather use to say people are like wine. Some get better with age and others jut rot in the barrel. Thank the Good Lord there is something better waiting for us. A fine write. Reminds us of our own mortality. God Bless, JB

Gershon Wolf
Date: 4/16/2020 9:35:00 PM

Reg. your father's comment on wine: A Sage once wrote: Don't look in the barrel, but at what's inside: There are new barrels that hold fine aged wine, and old barrels which don't contain a drop of any wine! Cheers, Gershon