Deeps the need as long's the road
we tread on the silent ground
To seek the path along home
where our hearts and love abound
Time is the fire in which we burn
around the hearths where we sit
It feeds the body and the soul
with the hearts our minds have lit
From the edge of the unknown
we proudly tell all our tale
Wonders we have seen ourselves
as the old folks laugh and wail
Poor's the man who rails his own
for to him no fruit shall bloom
Wind and fury know his name
as echo to the silent room
Barren is life that lacks a child
for it knows no magic hour
Like tarnish to a silver cup
its life never seems to flower
Rich is the man who mends his ways
his path be strewn with gold
The child that blooms within his light
grows to love him when he's old
Tate
Original poem with pictures and music
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Only through children can we advance mankind. It is our duty. It is our greatest joy. To pass what we have learned to the next souls in our line. If we are kind about it they will remember us fondly. Pushing mankind on to the inevitable destiny. I can't say I know what that is, but the remembering of one another is enough for me.
I had a great great grandmother born in the back of buckboard wagon in Missouri. The date was 1878. She lived a long life. In that time she saw the end of child labor. The invention of electricity. With it came electric motors of the industrial revolution. The car ,light , movies.At the age of 90 she even witnessed a man step on the moon. In the last century we advanced further than in all other centuries put together.It was a time of wondrous adventure. It saw the end of the boundless west. And on to the new frontier. I treasured the stories she shared with me in the years I knew her. A bottomless well of knowledge, learned from a long, long life.This is why I think it is necessary to pass along all she taught me, along by all I have learned to the future from the past. Immortality in our descendants as they walk life's long road into the future.