By lgwhitney

To you who came before
Progenitor of my line
I know you not, yet I know you still
For your joy is my joy, your pain is my pain
Under the same Sun we stood
Under the same Moon we slept
Did you dream, too of your ancestors?
Of those who preceded you?
Did you prophesy the future?
Did you see your children and your children’s children?
Did you marvel at towers of wood and stone?
Or of steel and glass?
You loved as we love, wept as we weep
You toiled and you feared
You counted the days and kept the holy tides
You created and you sacrificed
You saw your duty
And now your duty is done
O’ Blood of my blood, bone of my bone
When do we die?
When we breathe our last?
Or when our name is spoken for the last time?
Sleep no more!
Prepare a place for me in your hall
For as you were, such am I
As you are, such shall I be
Throw open your doors and lay the feast
You are forgotten no more
Remember my words even as I remember you
And together may we revel in what we have wrought
And the past
And the present
And the future
Shall be one

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Copyright 2018 lgwhitney
Published on Sunday, September 9, 2018.     Filed under: "Poetry"
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  • Dejected_Worth On Monday, September 10, 2018, Dejected_Worth (136)By person wrote:

    That was some masterpiece work right there. I'd give you a medal if I had one. You have some serious talent

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