The vanities of ages
This being vain about our times
is surely now a vice,
where before it became a curse.
Imagination, memory, forsaken
denial triumphs.
A catastrophe of the age,
this reckless assumption
that now is surely
the best of times,
history finally ended.
All of now,
thus made righteous,
these being unlike
any other times.
No illusion this,
to blind us.
No bubble this
to ever burst.
Our centurions will forever
guard our walls,
ever watchful for the
return of the barbarians
without,
secure in the knowledge
there are none
within.
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Author: connellykevin
Writer, poet and photographer.
Lover of all musical genres, from acoustic to zydeco.
Born in Ireland of Scottish descent and proud of both.
"I sought a theme and sought for it in vain,
I sought it daily for six weeks or so"
WB YEATS
Many of the themes here presented and to be presented have taken me a lifetime rather than six weeks. Some have taken mere moments to arrive. All are offered freely and it is my hope that you, dear reader, will gain something by browsing here and that I in turn will gain something by presenting these works to you.
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Hello Kevin. I so enjoy your writing. Thank you, sir.
~Beannaichte’!