The times have changed.
The past is dead,
But its ghost still remains.
It will not die.
From the grave, it grasps.
Pulling down the confused,
And empowering the few.
Humbly, the majority look on.
Only when all are aware,
Will it retreat to the grave
And finally be laid to rest
Beneath the feet of the new generation.
by Cody McCullough
Photo by Elizabeth McCullough
Cody McCullough Writes: 
Ah, but I so love my ghosts.Their words live forever, as will ours – somewhere out there in the great cosmic blog.
Very true.
ThAnK yOu 🙂
You, as well.