Poem about Family

What causes the divide between the old and the young?

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Rhythms

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Published: February 2006


Expanding fragments
of the mind
unfold, yet
leave the heart
behind, torn.

All are immigrants
in time.
Deaf ears, too dead
to hear new rhyme.

Youth hear and
feel
a tune so new
that elders can
not
grasp a clue,
and so the rhythms
of their past
fill up mind voids.

So feet stay cast
in absolutes
of black and white,
while youth
feel
gray color's right.

And thus
they stand
so far apart,
though blood's the same
within the heart.

Their world's
Not same, and they are
torn
by space
and time
when both were born.

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