Back Where It Began

it's March 27th

 

When we walk these all too familiar paths,

Hands still enfolded,

The calendar pages stop turning

As we float down our lonely river

Of yesterdays better than they were.

 

The new generation has settled in

As they raise their forts and flags

To signal the changing of the old regime.

Somewhere in the heart of this new populace

I pray are two lone wanderers

Who by sheer drunken circumstance

Fall into each other’s open arms.

 

We are simply a link in this great chain

Forever repeating and growing.

We were not the first,

Nor will we be the last.

As we sail on our creaking ship

Into the darkness and stars.