Legacy
Idle Verse: A Poetry Feature
Legacy
What for? When for?
Why and how and who,
The tide and rain come always
The sun it rises too.
And one day all for us will end,
Earth to become, or ash to fall,
And all our ceaseless worrying
Will matter not at all.
These faithless day of hope,
These last moments of the found,
These times we think so voiceless,
Ring with future …
