Poem: Crossing the Gate from Old to New

Name a generation
where there have been
happy days
and tranquil nights
but there have been
dark shadows
and horrible events
that shatter the spirit
and the illusion of
paradise.


The old tell stories
the new want to make
their own new ones.
What wisdom do they need
to go on their journeys?
So then the cycle repeats
and they point their fingers
at each other
the young don't know anything
the old have nothing more to say.


But both have their trials
their toils, their suffering
Those who come before
set the path for those
who come after
turn after turn
And it only becomes obvious
in retrospect
at the threshold of the gate
from generation to generation.