by Ed Robinson

Unconditional loving
and Fear,
Fear of the reminders
Of shortcomings.

Abuse was not a buzzword
back then...
An age of memory
and time of youth.

The life was one of morning
The breaking pains of birth
and discovery.

Pure and seething anger stands
to the authority
of the elder.

Nothing lasts eternally,
And this,
the Fief of Ages,
will someday fall.

The time is come for new rules,
Young rules
Formed of younger minds
and newer ways.

Something new is taking root,
and understanding,
Strange memories.

The old age of darkness falls.
Times change
and so do the minds
of the once young.

Once feelings of anger pass,
the seeds
of discontent grow
Into new love.

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