Poem: The Way of Generations
You cannot force growth
and expect it to become
everything you want it
whole and perfect
Something has to give
the flaw may or may not
lie within the object
or the creator's desires
A cycle repeats
over and over
until the weight tips
to one side or the other
Nature has a way
of finding a balance
despite all the desires
of an impatient man
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