Who will guard the matches,
those who remained steadfast
from the wind blowing?
Who will save the memory?
gift to the next generation to pass on?
But do future generations want the memory?
I don't know really.
if all this benefits them.
If our own footsteps
are engraved in the sand,
they will go out.
If it is in the heart,
they will march.
And if they put us up against the wall
to judge us for our mistakes?
They will be right.
What if they only want to look ahead?
In the future?
When will we shoulder the responsibility?
photo garten-gg, https://pixabay.com
