Generations come and go —
The only permanence the flow.
Little waves lap upon the shore;
They thrive a moment and are no more.
Your time on earth a blink —
Even your memory long extinct.
So how to live the issue
When life itself mere tissue?
Generations come and go —
The only permanence the flow.
Little waves lap upon the shore;
They thrive a moment and are no more.
Your time on earth a blink —
Even your memory long extinct.
So how to live the issue
When life itself mere tissue?