Progress - 2023

As I slowly age in this age of mine:
I invest my trust in futures of fellowship,
Of change into forms yet more beautiful.

As I slowly age in this age of mine:
I see what joys your hands have wrought,
Extended to me in beckoning benevolence,
Beauties of belonging that I ever sought.
In your many-eyed gaze, I sense
Friendship, laughter, gentle care,
Unquenchable hope lifting tools to
Tireless toils that form a haven fair,
Creation, oh wonderful aspect of you!

As I slowly age in this age of mine:
While elusive utopia is shimmering
Ever beyond horizon’s curve,
Reverie withers as forth you sing
Ballads of hate to undeserve
All light you have and will yet shed.
Despots stir the Coriolis storms,
Into which so many have bled:
Rage begets rage in endless forms.
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As I slowly age in this age of mine:
Beneath in the shadow of myriad burnt bridges,
The great lie of progress is made manifest.