The Greatest Generation
You had your dreams, your lives aching to change the world.
You spent your youth knowing the weight of hard times,
Yet playing with abandon amidst "The Great Depression."
As you grew to adulthood, the world was being transformed by the Tyrants iron hand.
There was no hesitation when your country called,
And your spirit built "An Arsenal for Democracy."
Those years were filled with fear, anxious hope, and a determined will.
The hard won victory was welcomed with prayerful thanksgiving.
Still, on the horizon loomed the spectre of a "Cold War."
As your loved ones returned, the hopespring of peace settled over the land.
You took your turn in raising a family,
Values passed from parents to children, as had been passed to you.
Pressed hard to protect that which had been passed to you,
You struggled with the birth of "Civil Rights" for all,
and the lingering pains of sending your own children to war.
But as always, the binding salve of love was administered to help heal the wounds.
Your memories were sparked by the cry of your grandchildren,
Knowledge now, of what your own parents knew.
Age and time would not wait, as you patiently guided your family's craft
on the Sea of Transformation.
So now, as you join all the generations gone before,
Know that your legacy will not be soon forgotten.
Hold HIGH your heads! You were truly "THE GREATEST GENERATION."
Copyright © Daniel Cwiak | Year Posted 2010
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