Generation
Things true of yesterday
are different today?
where was I? to have a say
Rolled by unseen circumstances
Daily changes in life, seems like it
came in a blanket overnight
crept through the darkness
it decided to stay
as in my own sweat, I had to lay
wondering, without warning
How miracleously it appeared
when so evil, who thought it so dear?
In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.
Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.
| Title | Comments | Submitted |
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| Title | Comments | Submitted |
| THE SINGER | 0 | 06/29/2009 |
| Cry Out! | 0 | 06/20/2009 |
| Our Pastor | 0 | 06/20/2009 |
| What if...? | 0 | 06/20/2009 |
| Generation | 0 | 06/01/2009 |
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