Monday, February 11, 2013

SEEING OUR WAY THROUGH A BREEZE

this cataclysmic weather

may not be that under which

we planned to retire


but who ever thought

a dwindling rest in the shade

was a fit end to an active life?


it was given my generation

to lose all for which we worked

except the ability to keep a forward trudge


like forefathers before forefathers

we will drop where we stop

and when has that ever been any different?


this cataclysmic weather's a pain in the ass

at the most but our boots are unsoakable...




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