Sometimes I feel like
I’m living through history.
The bad and the good.
I often think back,
To books I’ve read, lessons learned,
And I imagine.
I imagine that
During those moments in time
We all learn about,
The wars and the plagues,
Ages of enlightenment
And those of the dark,
When change washed over
The people of the world, and
Nothing was the same.
I wonder if they,
Like us, now, knew the changes
Were coming full speed.
What did they think, feel?
Does it match what we feel now?
Is this humanity?
I know life is change,
And nothing stays the same long.
So it always goes.
But all the same…
I feel like I am
Living through history, and
I wish I wasn’t.
© The Lightning Tower, 2020