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.