Our weapons <br />To defeat the scythe of time <br />That through Earth <br />Eternalise our places <br />That carry beauty ever forward <br />From our minds <br />Are our children <br />And such poetry of graces <br />For while the living stand alone <br />Each every one <br />They are in truth <br />The verse itself, <br />As either daughters <br />Or as sons<br /><br />Egal Bohen<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/our-children-comment-to-sonnet-xvii/
