Generations

[couchgrouch]

GenerationsLittle Joey buttoned his suit crooked againDad checks his watch...they've gotta get Granpa by tencos he hates to wait or be late for the LordSunday mornings have always been sacredthey sit quiet learning to hate hatredthat we both enter life and leave it nakedand when God shines his light, gold n bright from His side of the shorehe sees generationsheeding all they've heardlarge fam'lies and small congregationswalking in that good wordlinks in an endless chainall diff'rent yet all the samethey're generationswell, they seal up all the streets on Veteran's Daythe whole town will turn out for that solemn paradeyoung and old walk that road tall n bold to drums and flutesSgt. Hayden fought in Nam...Corporal Jones is barely twentyhe lost an eye in Tikrit as a checkpoint sentryand old Joe beat Hitler...both his shirt sleeves are emptybut look at him raise his chin once again in a proud saluteyes, they're generationsmarching for you and meso all in this mighty nationcan live safe and freecars in an endless trainall diff'rent yet all the samethey're generationsit's after midnight on the ICUthe curtain's pulled 'round the bed in room four-twenty-twoa nurse's aid leaves a sweet old lady to hold her fading husband's handthat sight always makes her feel like weepingshe takes a break but instead of eatingwalks two floors down where newborns are sleepingas they lay in peace she sees time don't cease...no, it flows like sandthrough generationsone will come...one will gobound for the same destinationmay their journeys be slowand God counts ev'ry grainall diff'rent yet each the samethey're generations(c)2005 Robert George