Gershon Wolf Poet Free verse

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 April 16, 2020 at 11:56 AM A very philosophical write my friend, very well penned and each word so absolutely true! Blessings, Jennifer Gershon Wolf April 16, 2020 at 9:39 PM Jennifer, I couldn't ask for a kinder comment. Thank you so much. God bless you and your family, Gershon

Quoth Theraven April 15, 2020 at 11:09 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 April 16, 2020 at 9:38 PM Enjoyed reading your profound comments, as always, Richard. Take good care, please. :) Gershon

JC Brul April 15, 2020 at 5:30 AM Oh, the cycle of life! Continuing ...repeating again and again....Let us all be safe! Gershon Wolf April 16, 2020 at 9:37 PM Thank you so much for the comment, JCB. Take care now! :) Gershon

Jenish Somadas April 15, 2020 at 2:44 AM All else vanity and funeral dirges..Great verse of life.. Deep perception of life in lockdown..Takecare Gershon.. Gershon Wolf April 16, 2020 at 9:36 PM Jenish, appreciate the comment, and you take good care! :) gw

Sam Kauffman April 14, 2020 at 4:37 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 April 16, 2020 at 9:35 PM Thanks for you kind words and support, Sam. Best wishes, Gershon

Judy Ball April 14, 2020 at 4:32 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 April 16, 2020 at 9:35 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