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May The Children Rule The World With Memories

Poetry By: SavvyApple
Poetry


We are the children of our parents who are the children of THEIR parents who are the children of THEIR parents who are the children of THEIR parents who are the children of THEIR parentswho are the children of THEIR parents who are the children of THEIR parentswho are the children of THEIR parents who are the children of THEIR parentswho are the children of THEIR parents who are the children of THEIR parentswho are the children of THEIR parents who are the children of THEIR parents.... Don't bother reading the rest of this summary, but you should certainly look at the actually poem...


Submitted:Dec 29, 2011    Reads: 11    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


When we were born,

we instantly became

the children of

our parents,

whom are the children

of their parents-

our grandparents-

and so on.

As one era

ends,

another begins.

Soon our parents'

rein

will end,

and ours begin.

Time

over the years

have stretched

our word

apart,

but memories,

memories,

not from those

on DVDs,

cell phones,

but

truly in our

hearts,

will bring us back

together.

Technically,

we children

will rule the world,

with endless eras.

We will not rule it

with law,

with teachings,

but with hope,

joy,

and the memories

that

keep us together,

in the never ending

era.





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