PROGRESS

When the night grows dark,
I reflect on the day.
Seeing only the past,
The future in my way,
Who's to know.
The way it will go.
With towering cities,
The lamps light the way.
A good strong future,
together we pray.
No one knowing,
not even yourself,
The peace in life,
complicated by strife.
As I walk along,
the darkened street.
I hear the children,
cry at my feet.
This once shinning town,
has come crumbling down.
The buildings above,
with a few shimmering lights.
Remind me of monsters,
feared in the night.
The windows are broken,
as the paint peels away.
Our leaders will tell you,
this is progress today.
Opening my door,
I hear a voice from before.
As the sound of the wheels,
are now stifled by squeals.
We wonder today,
what price our children will pay.
As this old leaves the world,
the young start anew.
This place can flourish,
it can grow for you.


Rick Stinson
(07/14/2004)