The Cycle
Guess you could say I woke upIn the middle of the day...
Became aware of those before me
and what they had to say.
The ones who came before me said
To always look behind
To teach and guide those younger
Of history to remind.
The cycles of our lifetimes are
Entwined in young and old
Forming strands of knowledge passed
That shine as polished gold.
But when this cycle's broken, then
The knowledge soon is dead
The alchemy of history turn
Our future gold to lead.
9-19-2010 JKJr
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