2012
to 2013
The
Transition
(c)2012 Bob
Atkinson
transfer us
from the past
to the future
as we ask
what lies
toward that new direction?
something
more, or just convention?
all we share
of our experience
wobbles
forth, does flips and fits
sparks us
here and hurts our heads
makes us lie
again in beds
should we
worry of this fate?
or
should we
expect these alternate
uses for our
timely game
grow up be
gone from our own days
we see the
young ones standing tall
have children
as we did ourselves
become the
mainstream, where we grow old
find for
themselves what we have known
that in time
the only purpose
we can find
would stand
as something
to leave
behind
which binds
our friends
to those
strangers
ones with
dreams
of living
greatness
how to do
this simple deed?
how to
enhance our breed?
some say
leaving thoughts for others
does the duty
of which we're troubled
write your
notes, write your emotions
give to
language your pure devotion
let those of
future embattled times
know they're
not alone, but joined
with the past
in firm resolve
to fight
beyond those wicked halls
through those
hardened tasks we find
we join with
all living in future times
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