They hover momentarily
Infinite breaths of possibility
Before slipping over the edge
Joining the rush of weightless centuries
Past
Inexperience begins its lessons
In a fresh generation
Of eager-eyed adolescence
Greedy with desire to experience
Life
…and all I am able to do
Is marvel at our ability
To repeat its bitter mistakes
Even with history’s mirror of
Consequence
© Janet Martin
I prefer to call them bitter-sweet :-), makes me feel better.
ReplyDeleteAnother beauty, Janet. Thank you. Have a wonderful weekend!
yes, bitter-sweet for sure...and ever the patient teacher:)
ReplyDeleteThank-you and have a lovely week-end.