Lines Which Might Be Clichés, About Our Generation

The boats have begun to arrive to carry us on to the next journey, over the hills, across the sea to what we cannot see

we who were recently so young, new world shining in our eyes

and now, after the proverbial eyeblink which no poet can articulate and no father convey to his child,

we prepare for the next journey, aware of how far short we fell of our dreams, did not transform the world for all to come.

They told us upholders of the Old Order were dinosaurs who did not have to be overthrown but would just die out.

It turned out there were younger dinosaurs to take their places

and now I contemplate a life lived, wondering if the change we sought

can only be in ourselves.