Time’s diameter is no longer straight

Greater generations would create futures-

That would be greater thus

There is no greater for us

Time it was so long ago,

A house and family were the expected of all

You never needed to crawl

You never felt the woe

But the future holds such promise still

Of fiery mountains and losing wills

Of towering oceans and unexpected chills

Of broken promises and skipping the bill

Future generations have so far still to go

It may end just as they grow

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I'm a high school English teacher in Texas. I also hold degrees in radiography and radio and television broadcasting. Though I obtained certain knowledge and skills from my prior degrees, I do not currently use them.