We like to imagine our ancestors as simple
Heathens, living their lives without much thought or care
Year by year, taking each day as it came
After we're gone, will our grandchildren think the same of us?
My ancestors lived off the land
Idyllic, raised their meat, grew their grain
Did they, too, wish to do as their own ancestors did?
Every innovation, every step forward
Another step from simplicity
Does the shepherd dream of the nomad?
In the aftermath of our lives, they may dream of us
Not dependent on their new, modern technologies
Simply living, they will say
In time, maybe it will be true.
Does this reveal some greater meaning?
Everybody else seems to think so.
About the Creator
Shamus Schneider
I like reading fantasy. Every once in a while, I write a poem about something.



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