Each generation is bemused
to see their baubles & beliefs
become nostalgia.
Each generation is shocked
when their 'way things are'
slides into
History is not over!
Our children see
through new lenses
What 'Age' have we been living in?
Only with the perspective of time
and the arrogance of scholars
are labels attached:
'Dark Age' 'Age of Discovery'
'Renaissance'
Perhaps our Age of Unraveling,
of chickens coming finally home
to roost in our guts,
is not the Age
our children know;
Just prologue,
brother prologue.
The carriage man's world
dissolved
in a romance of speed
and flight.
Thus ended the
Age of Horse.
Each generation
dances
upon the grave
of their elders,
still ignorant mercifully
as were we
that History has not ended
however much it seems so
in their midday sun.
So, dear Friend:
LIVE LOVE LAUGH
& Be Happy.
And if things seem to be
Falling Apart?
They ALWAYS Are.
Don't cry that the box
is no longer full.
Enjoy your chocolates
right through
to the end
of the
box!
Thanks for visiting!
Warmly, cloudia
So, dear Friend:
LIVE LOVE LAUGH
& Be Happy.
And if things seem to be
Falling Apart?
They ALWAYS Are.
Don't cry that the box
is no longer full.
Enjoy your chocolates
right through
to the end
of the
box!
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' Take Peace & Smiles - Leave Your Comment 'Thanks for visiting!
Warmly, cloudia
Love those photos, Cloudia. Lovely text too. Have a good weekend!
ReplyDeleteAnd so it will continue always....as for that box of chocolates, Without a doubt I enjoy to the very last one, everytime!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful Captures.
ReplyDelete~Have a nice Weekemd~
Man! Woman! Can you write!
ReplyDeletePie--keep the chocolate--one of my ex wife's fresh strawberry pies would sustain me until the end.
ReplyDeletetrue the suceeding generation dances on the grave of its elders...moving ever forward...and hopefully the next has some better ideas on how to get along....
ReplyDeleteThanks for that reminder. I need to be brought back to earth from time to time.
ReplyDeleteAnd save the best chocolate - the one with the marzipan centre and the almond on top - for last.
ReplyDeleteYeah, which is why I find it weird how they name the ages now, like "post post modern" or some such. WE may be living in the Age of anxiety when future historians get around to writing about us.
ReplyDeleteAh yes, sweet words of wisdom, and thankfully we shall always be gifted with a simple embrace- hand in hand we shall all journey- Peace and sunshine, Karen
ReplyDeleteAh, yes, the chocolates...
ReplyDeleteYou, each of you, brings me jewels! Thanks so much for these gifts under the comment tree
ReplyDeleteŻycie jest cudowne, ale niestety się kidyś skończy, jak pudełko czekoladek zniknie. Pozdrawiam.
ReplyDeleteLife is wonderful, but unfortunately kidyś over, like a box of chocolates disappear. Yours.
Beautiful thoughts. I have much hope for future generations. Meantime, yes, I munch on my chocolates Enjoy yours..
ReplyDeleteLovely and uplifting post, darling!
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P.S. I would looooooove to visit Honolulu one day :)
And so I'm here savoring the chocolates!! Love the metaphor!
ReplyDeleteIt's good that you believe in it, the last photo is fantastic.
ReplyDeleteThat's a sweet philosophy if ever I heard one. :)
ReplyDeleteIsn’t history that thing you’re meant to learn from?
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History should be taught this way. You are beyond right - thank you.
ReplyDeleteExcellent advice, Cloudia. I just had the darn chocolate bar that I'd been eyeing.
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