History

Along a misty alleyway

‘Mid murky twilight fog

A shadow deftly wends its way

Beside the moulding wall.


It ceases not, it wanders on,

Concealing well its face,

And keeps to shades and corners dim,

Or where the light should wane.


But nightly shadow growing swift

Hides naught from spirit’s gaze,

And knowing looks and eyelids quick

Meet trav’lers on their ways.


Ah! fading specter of the past,

What terrors you have seen

While on your brow is written fast

That such as is has been.


Originally written 08/28/2019


While writing this poem I was struck by how fleeting time is, yet how those brief moments are remembered throughout future generations. How do we apply what we have learned from our forbears? What are we doing to impact our heirs?

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