Our Finest Hours Have Passed Poem by L MILTON HANKINS
Our Finest Hours Have Passed
My generation's finest hours have passed
Now, I am afraid we are too old to lead
For the most part, our time was a blast
My generation's finest hours have passed
Question is, how much longer can we last
Before the curtain rains down on our breed
My generation's finest hours have passed
Now, I am afraid we are too old to lead.
My generation's finest hours have passed
For the most part, our time was a blast
Question is, how much longer can we last
Before the curtain rains down on our breed
Now, I am afraid we are too old to lead
All we can do, perhaps, is plant a new seed.
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5/14/2024 12:47:54 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A well worded poem, but so sad and melancholic, during the moemnts we still exixt/ live, we can do still a very lot, Sir! BUT you created a fascinating poem that gets me pondering about my own life. Excellent poem, Sir! 5 Stars full