contemplativeAdrift by Choice
Poem for Day 309 – 20151106
We leave the young wondering
why choices were made in our time.
Blame the wisdom of older age,
none of which we did possess.
We were so much younger then,
at heart so impetuous,
not knowing our ignorance
as we struggled to survive.
The reasons for it all fade from memory,
forgotten for the sake of sanity.
To remember would be far too much,
the sorrow would consume our souls.
It seemed like a good idea at the time,
if only we bring the cause to mind.
Life was so much simpler,
with few choices in the difficult.
The clock does not turn back,
nor are things undone by choice,
when events are set in stone
by intent and the hand of God.
One compromise at time we said,
adding up to the tidal wave.
Now we are adrift with no paddle,
the young wondering what went wrong.
© 2015, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved.
