Calendar's Note
There is a tale that you were meant to hear:
Death now reigns; yet man controls his sting.
Across the seas--an Age charged in one's care
Must breathe renewal--now long--in the making.
Seven years of waiting--while the bliss
Of life, of hope, of dreams there--occupied.
Across the seas--across an Age--as this:
Twin Towers icon: dreams all realized.
Did struggle lives through that ancient Age
With patience lingered...there--some seven years...
Across the seas--their dreams were just a page;
Calendar's note: deferring dreams and cares.
Through seven years...and new Millennium!
A merry chase the "civil" gave the sun
Across the seas--another Age had come;
Yet, patient waiting...only incurred the gun!
For seven years was there hope for peace
For "armored brother" and "brother occupied";
Across the seas...a "spirit of increase"
Sought to undo what good that would abide.
That ancient Age: a son and father cower;
Death claims the one; and all grief...the other.
Across the seas--destruction: peopled Towers...
And Death claims all--to the grief of mothers. Some
Seven years--and waiting's stripped away
Beyond the course of honor and justice...
Across the seas-verve sought to route the day;
By so "courting"night terrors as success.
Now, ancient Age lays claim to sons and daughters
Of "armored brother" and "brother occupied"...
Across the seas--destruction spills the borders:
And Death claims all--only death abides....
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