By, Sean Frank
This generation
That generation
Some revolting
Some placated
The sun sets on statues ghosts built
And rises on flowers born to wilt
Where were you when your most cherished memory was made
Is it a moment
Devoid of time and place
Or have you latched onto a detail
The way laughter seemed to rise
With the flames
As friends found a way to go back
To the way it was
After everything changed
This generation
That generation
We have wandered
Through time
As it marched
In a straight line
Nothing happened in order
Except the years as they passed
Where were you when you forgot about yourself
As the phone rang
And the voice on the other line
Shook with an honesty
You wanted more than anything to deny
Leaving your body for a moment
You all of a sudden felt
Unreasonably young and incredibly old
This generation
That generation
A connection made
Based on experience and age
But nothing is ever
So self-contained
Everything happens
All the damn time
Nothing changes
Except for the world
And reality as it is seen
Through individual eyes