We are our parents
We are children
We grow up
Live our lives
Do as they did
Yet we are not our parents
Our lives are ours
Though influenced by them
We create our lives:
Children and ideas created for the future
Like our forbears yet not.
We grow old
Some grow wise, some not
But like our parents, we close our books
For others to read or ignore.
Claude H Oliver II
7/1/2012
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Like this a lot, read it first as the child of my parents, then as the father of my son, both comforting and worrying