Lost Generation Poem by michele kostelnik

He left us His Word - He soon would be back.
There came an unusual rumbling.
Was it a train on the track?
We never dreamed the time would come;
and here is the day-observed by some.
It seemed too soon.
Was this a giant typhoon?
Happiness is for those who know!
Whoever is left here must listen for horns
to blow.
Time is moving so fast.
Knowledge must come from the past.
Gather your thoughts and make your
choice now- today!
All the tomorrows ahead will never pay.
There is a safe place where you can
live and breathe,
but it is only given to those who believe.