Generations

Beginnings, often unremembered,
Haunt the hallways
-         Space and time -
Recorded in some sacred vault til
Future generations pine of
Seeking secrets distant time,
Tracing spirits left behind.
 
Archives stretched to breaking point
Begin to broach a faded past,
Each puzzle piece assembled
Strolls the footlights as all dancers have
     A part to play,
     A line to say,
Reveals the members of the cast.
 
And who am I?
And who are we?
The lessons of the future’s past,
Reflections in a looking glass
As generations hand to hand
Stroll along a crowded beach to
Leave their footprints in the sand.
 
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