Relics Of A Generation Poem by RoseAnn V. Shawiak

Sturdily writing of the world's endeavors,
not sure of the steadfastness of anyone
claiming to be true.

Sincerity and truth are not exploding today,
for lies and dishonesty are the easier ways.

Suicide being the mode of coping with a world
run wild, because there are no certainties.

Life outlasts just moments in time, for it has
been cut and pasted far too often.

There are too many pieces of our daily puzzles
missing - we cannot begin where we left off.

Attempting to span the breadth and depth of
our generation's desperation.

There are no ways of telling, no crystal balls
or future relics, all lies in the hands of
incapable beings - ourselves included.

Life is waylaid for promiscuous reasons,
selfishness and uncaring, it may take a long
time in coming back around.

Prayer for our children's future is the only
way in which we may help, for our time has come
and gone and now we leave this world in the mess
it's in and start again in heaven.