THE LINKS
 

For what ever we hope,
to whatever we cling,
for what ever we fear,
whatever dreams we bring.

To put time into perspective,
of what has been before,
and all that is to come,
we know nothing is for sure.

To think of what may be,
in the year 2201,
what of us will be known,
of what we may have done?

Think back to 1801,
what do we know of then,
just names on family trees,
not much of what happened.

We are the links,
the connections in time,
from all that was and will be,
we are others in a line.

We will become pictures,
relics covered in dust,
far, distant memories,
unable to outlast the rust.

The measure of what we are,
won't be jewels or gold,
it will be what we do today,
not something bought or sold.

We will be remembered for where we went,
what we did with dreams we had,
did we challenge ourselves,
did we see life as good, or as bad?

Did we reach for stars in sight,
did we always know we could,
did we give our best effort,
was our love understood?

Are we creating and passing,
the spirit to live,
are we passing the values,
to care and to give?

What will be in 2201,
has much to do with today,
as what you do with what you want,
are you the same as you say?

The link from what was,
the link to what will be,
though we'll never know,
but from the clouds we'll see.
 

©Written by: Ed Kassirer
October 9, 2001