Rosebud Us

 

Father Time
scattering the seeds
of future history
over the barren landscape
of fertile humanity

Relics will grow
to be studied
and analyzed
by those
who feel the need
to dredge up yesterday

We fledgling seedlings
all contribute
to the grand tapestry
of human history
in our minuscule way

Centuries from now
long after we are gone
when unborn
curiosity seekers
climb our family trees
our existence
will be a mystery
to be debated
and speculated on

So take heed
my contemporary friends

We ultimately
be the gardeners
of our destiny
and in the end
when all is said and done
the harvest we reap
will define the entirety
of how our generation's
label gets mass applied

and pigeonholed 

by lazy ass historians