The Future
We can not win when going in and out again.
We do not succeed when the flower fights the weed.
We will not exalt when the victor is at fault.
We are the future.
You can not be The One; a daughter or a son.
You do not eat the sour with it's bitter taste of power.
You will not kill the beast while they enjoy the feast.
You are the future.
I can not begin to know the hatred some dare show.
I do not cater to those who must wait until later.
I will not hesitate to borrow the hopes of our tomorrow.
I am the future.
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Thanks, MIssy, I'm tired and will re-read tomorrow. Goodnight.
August 13, 2009 3:09 AM | Reply | Permalink
Missy - I once did research for a physics professor without ever knowing the first thing about physics because I'm fairly good at research.
But I have NEVER, EVER been able to properly translate or understand anything that even remotely resembles poetry. My more cultured friends kindly ignore this shameful failing, having given up in despair at any thought of trying to change the situation. In other words, I have no idea what you're saying in this post. But I rec'd anyway, 'cause it's by you!
I think I was dropped on a crucial area of my head as a baby, but my mother denies those charges.
August 13, 2009 7:46 AM | Reply | Permalink
Likewise. I clearly didn't get the "poetry gene" at all. And like you, I rec this, because I know there's a wise and warm heart behind it.
August 13, 2009 10:49 AM | Reply | Permalink
;) Thanks to you both.
August 13, 2009 3:36 PM | Reply | Permalink
You either mean exalt or exult, you need to make up your mind.
August 13, 2009 8:38 AM | Reply | Permalink
Good point.
August 13, 2009 3:43 PM | Reply | Permalink