Aging and the Passing of Generations

Our human populous as the sea,
waves of time bring us through ups and downs
The fine matter contained within our ethereal, watery selves is transported
Each wave, as with each generation, moves toward the shore
‘Tis a journey of a lifetime
Eventually washing up its matter to dry in the Sun on the sand
With its watery self sinking and returning back to the ocean as undercurrent, in the darkness,
eclipsed by the younger generations, which trail behind those waves leading the way,
moving onward

What do you think?