To see the future look to the young people.
They are not yet bound by convention,
nor blinded by the past,
as we old people are,
weighed down and eyes downcast
because we must watch the path
we no longer walk easily.
Such history serves a purpose.
It offers cautionary tales
learned from days gone by.
But, it predicts nothing,
moves too slowly to catch up
with the speed of a future
unfolding before our eyes.
We can hardly understand
what we see in broken spans
as we catch pieces of the changes
meant to help us survive.
Look to the young people
racing on by, sharing nods of heads
while busily taking it all in stride,
smiling all the while,
letting us hold fast to our past
knowing we think them fools;
but they know they are simply cool.
And they are so, so, so cool.
They carry our hopes with their own,
and the hopes of ages past grown old
into a world we cannot conceive.
They never break a sweat;
learning more than we can forget.
I want to live long enough to see
this new world they create, strong and free.
I lift my eyes up to them respectfully,
gladly, lovingly and hopefully.
annarino writes 