In with the new, out with the old.

A growing sobriety-

dedicates minds,

thick and thin;

respectfully rearranging,

societies glue.

Where within walls,

loud men signal their disciples.

In homes, they meet accordingly.

Splitting wicks,

while shortening the fuse;

they gaze upon no longer,

sought no further.

Remnants remain just;

A generation worn.
 

Author's Note

This composition is a tad different...I'm expecting mixed reviews, but enjoy...be sure to-Read between the lines-ch

Check out my other work aswell, I will greatly appreciate any feedback!!!

Reviews

[Moflo]

"A generation worn," may be the most creative way anyone's referred to someone past their prime. You described age with words as good as anyone I've ever seen and I love the imagery you used here. A great display of life moving on, like clockwork. Really, fantastic write.

[Marie Harrison]

I loved this poem. It's beautiful! Well done.

[Fashell]

This was a wonderful write. It makes the reader fee where you are coming from. The different stages of the walk of someone who has been through and is now overcoming it all. It speaks power, strength, and triumph. The battle was won. I like it.

[Zman135]

This has a very different feel to it than most poems and is written extremely well. Great job and keep dishing out stuff like this!

[KATHY SUE SILLS]

Excellent words,Great flow! Great JOB!

[?]

Nicely done very well written
Like this one alot

[Nobody.]

very nicely done. the language chosen fits so well.
really felt this one. cheers!

[Jūdan FyreHeart]

XD great piece. So sombre, clean, clear and well put. You really captured the mood fantastically

[Arsenic Nemesis]

Really well written with a great choice of words, I loved it! Keep up the good work!~

[FireWoman]

If only we could stay as we were as children. But, we have to do the dance of rebellion, revenge, and finally reconciliation.