Reading these words,
Etched across the page.
Carved on mashed pulp,
Stained with thoughts and
Ideas of centuries that
Pass down to the next.
Words, constructed in a
Certain order and sequence;
A simple concept that
Conveys so much meaning to
The individual. The controlled,
Yet-free mind of the human.
What is said today might
Not display the same
Meaning decades or
Centuries from now.
Transplanting words across
New context.
Just as the words of
Ancient philosophers and
Queens and Emperors
And everyday people
Struggle to find their place
In the modern world.
These words that we
Love and cherish,
Hate and rebuke,
Throw and catch.
These words have so much
Power.
- Tom Malone, First Time Contributor