Generations Pass
September 30th, 2006 by Richard CockrumGenerations pass,
Leaving, limbs bent by the weight
Of sorrows felt, unvoiced,
Desires and dreams
Pushed aside in obedience
To another’s necessity.
Loneliness, too, has its part.
Days and nights spent
With silent thoughts unshared.
Words pressed upon my lips,
Unable to escape, blocked
By the sound of “How are you today?”
And “That’s good.” Words that ask
No real reply, only
An acquiescence to appearance,
Spoken to appease an inner guilt,
An impotence felt
When asked to share.
So I take my leave
In silence, in pain, in readiness.
My friends are gone. ‘Tis folly to linger,
My world has died. Should I live without it?
Should I remain, caged in a room
Where I can no longer move?
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