Generation

The Early Years

They are the young tomorrows world

How fresh how bright the tender furl

Yet calloused not by cruel mankind

Unyielding to the undefined

Striving coping do remember

Days of joy before December

The early days those wonder years

Full of promise letting few tears

Torn by truths of unfair practice

Farewell to March as time prescribes
Yearning for youth years yielding zestful strides
 In the strife the right to survive

Start a family trust to thrive

The June demands the press of time

The wants the needs the drive for mine

Extend with heart a helping hand

For those in need in any land

The Late Years

The span is long the effort strong

One feels the pain of commerce wrong

October tide now wholly spent

Leaves not a measured monument

Fear terror and the unforeseen

Leaves a family in between

The time is here that haunted year

The clarion call crystal clear

Hard work fulfilled the joys of March

The jinx of June that lonely arch

All duly willed in November

With wisdom comes your December

Your candle burned the flame self-spent

A path well marked posts each event

Best was your course for human kind

Worst you have done is burned behind

So rest with smiles you are still here

A seasoned treasured souvenir

Copyright 2005 William M. Kuzmiak