The Older Flower Children

Somewhere in the garden sure

hides the lives that once were pure

Warned against their dereliction

seek a weed to know perfection.

Perfect was the life they're given

What they do must come from within.

'Though true blood within their veins

Red, white, blue a little gray?

Children of a country's past

learn from folly if they last.

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

we hope our children survive, and hope that they aren't too tainted by what came before....hopefully we have not ruined them with our misuse of values...

jacob

[Botania]

And some of us only wonder about the walk on the wild side. Forbidden to venture.

[anonymous]

I really enjoyed this! Your poem was very thought provoking. "Children of a country's past learn from folly if they last" really made me think. Thank you for sharing with us! I hope to see more in the near future. :)

[Botania]

Thank you anonymous, so safely tucked behind your moniker!