Chosen Child Poem by Clive Blake

Chosen Child



Chosen Child, crowned this night,
Whilst fireworks light the sky;
Take over please as ruler now
Before we elders die.

We leave you all this Planet and
Dark Universe beyond;
Your word will travel far and wide,
Like ripples on a pond.

Our generation tires now,
The baton we pass on;
Please take it and run swiftly, for
The human race goes on.

Chosen Child
Saturday, October 29, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: youth,life,life and death,old age
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
This poem and image comes from the ‘Phoetry Book': ‘View Points and Points of View'.The photograph is by Chris Robbins.The audio is of the poet reading the poem, recorded by Steve Nunn of Cornmill Studios.This poem can be found + photograph + audio, on a free to download iPhone/iPad App called ‘Phoetry1Free' produced by Ross Blewett.Permissions: I am happy for any individual, library or educational establishments to use this poem, as long as I am credited as its author and it is not used in any commercial way. This same permission goes for all of my poetry.
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