The Sun and The Son


The Sun carries the fate

Of our future on its back

The Son carries the weight

Of his past in his pack.


The Sun practices beaming

Ready for the summer show

The Son forever dreaming

Of freedom free to grow.


The Sun solemn staring

At a world disintegrating

The Son struggles caring

In a world hell-bent on hating.


The Sun won’t last forever

But will far out last the Son

The Son’s a trifle clever

But he won’t surpass the Sun.


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