The Fortune of Millenia

A poem

When the snow falls heavy
And the path obscures, 
Is it not the tracks laid before
That spare you?

Is it not the roads and lamps,
Is it not the roofs, the maps
That tell of lessons learned
And untie you?

Oh how generous, how selfless
Our forebears must be
To pave, dig, write, bleed,
That we might be free;

How loving a gesture,
How honorable a cause, 
That we might inherit
All that ever was!

That when snow falls again
And no direction itself yields,
We might see anew
Our inheritance.

25.02.2022
Calgary, Alberta

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