The Next Generation

A perpective on our children

We set them apart like diamonds among rocks, without the shine

We recycled our dreams into them like the pouring of old wine

 

A world full of lukewarm enthusiasts.

 

Achieving without the work. Loving without the hurt. 

Believers without a cross to carry. Hope without the fear it marries.

Entitled and undeserving with a bravery that's unnerving

 

We gave them what we had and what we didn't

We expected it to make them better versions of who we should have been.

 

They are the remnants of us,

bits and pieces of our lust

Gathered together

Desperately tethered

 

Wearing the mark of our failings and honors

 Fighting to balance the past and the future

 with us on their shoulders