Generations

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The generations pass the torch
Unknowing and unwilling,
Awakening one morning to find
The light gone from their hands,
The path before them dark and lonely,
As the world passes by without them.

And those who claim the torch do so
Unknowing and unwilling,
Awakening one morning to find
The future trembling on their doorstep,
Unwelcome and unasked for,
Crying to be embraced.

© James Leth, 2017