O Those Generations

O those generations, those generations,
That come and go.
That prance so softly the sands of time,
And great evolvement show.

They are...what could of been,
And what would of been.
In reality..what has been,
In the lives of men.

For generations...are but the mile-stones,
Of all time to be.
They gathereth the years like a whirl-wind,
And addeth to eternity.

The generation that thou pickest,
Was to thee gladly given.
On the pages it was written,
On the records up in heaven.

There have been hard...and easy generations,
For the sower's hand has planted.
To live out each term of breath,
To masses...has been granted.


E.P. 1908 - 1989