They didn’t know the wisdom of the past.
Couldn’t see the promise of the future.
Never felt the fuzzy beard.
Or learned to hold the rod and cast.
They didn’t know love’s root
in unconditional eternal grasp.
They thought that love is maternal
And not the kind that’s masked
In concern for risk and safety
And found in rules that last.
The entire city lost its soldiers
in wars recently passed.
They grew up without grandfathers.
And lost connection with the past.