I imagine the noble grandfathers
sitting above, imbibing and in low tones
intimating about all that we have never seen
nor been.
It's about the stretch and pull of sinew,
long days' labour and receipt of burdens
we have never carried and now cheaply
we arrived.
In expensive lives we nonchalantly hold
at bay the assaults once withstood and won
and were given the hard valedictory praises
by default.
In thanks, they would have us forsake
our luck and stop to lift a greater cause
so they may know we are of and are one
of them.
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