Sunday, July 9, 2017

In Time All Meanings Fade

July 9, 2017

Dear Subscriber:

Each week we examine a theme from a variety of points of view. This week’s theme is Independence Day (USA), which falls on July 4th.

Today’s poem is a July 4th poem about the eventual demise of the holiday.

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Nick Gordon

In time all meanings fade. The days of glory,
Now forgotten, buried long ago,
Dead for generations, their founding story
Erased from consciousness like summer snow …
Perhaps we will succeed in preservation,
Enduring for millennia or so,
No more than that. There’ll be a generation
Destined by their seedtime not to know.
Embrace it then, the truth that even this,
Now so much a part of us, must go,
Caught tumbling on the edge of the abyss,
Eventually pulled in by the undertow.
Dear history, we hope to pass you on,
And so a bit of us, too, when we’re gone.
Yet more than that no yearning can bestow.

© by Nicholas Gordon

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This week’s theme: Independence Day (USA)
July 9: In Time All Meanings Fade

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