Borderlines Poem by B. V. Dahlen

Borderlines



We watch
the older generation
pass.
We mourn
their exit,
and realize
that now we stand.
the generation
on the cusp
of our own mortality.
They no longer persist
as barriers to guard
us from the rim,
and those behind
seem to push us
closer to the brink.

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B. V. Dahlen

B. V. Dahlen

Hampton Roads, Virginia USA
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