Generations

a poem describing generations of time

Hands folded like the petals of a rose
from the withered to the petite.
In grace and beauty that grows
shows the knowledge that is discreet.

Generations of time displayed.
Many years from one to the next.
One has seen the world wars frayed,
hoping all lives are less complex.

One saw the birth of rock and roll
and witnessed racial discrimination.
Had to wear a hat when church bells toll
but considers her generation with admiration.

Another witnessed the Vietnam war
and drastic civil unrest.
She also lost many friends, what for?
Due of powers that obsess.

The next saw buildings in flame
and watched many people in distress.
Many died in dreadful shame
and watched the eastern world divest.

The youngest hand saw children her age
die at the hands of a murderous killer
and still has to fill many a blank page
for her future is her pillar.

All have a sad story to tell.
For the world stops for no one.
But the way in which to excel
is enjoy life, do well and have fun.