Stars In Our Faults Poem by jim hogg

The crop that follows us won't see
what we ourselves so vaguely saw,
for they've had hardships we bequeathed,
to add to those their lives have brought;

plus lessons from new challenges
that rise up just ahead of us.
But knowledge and intelligence
don't seem to help us very much.

Humility might guide us through -
though that would cost the experts dear.
Cause and effect are far from new,
but all the interlinking feeds

that weave the future from our past,
are too involved for us to trace..
It's mainly groping in the dark;
the here and now and yesterday

make Joyce's epic trivial.
And all our kids must somehow forge
from almost naught some kind of path
from mystery and inner urge,

plus apparatus of the age,
and extricate themselves from all
the daft ideas and mistakes,
with which we flawed our own new dawn.

And yet, we gained experience,
we learned some lessons here and there,
those costly little sparks of sense
that help sometimes to light the way.

But that far river where we learn,
is one that only they can reach.
We dare not help by carrying;
some lessons only life can teach.