Mine is a generation of relations
That don’t stay
Separation, reunion, broken connections
Together today
Tomorrow away
A ruffle, a whim, a whine
Is enough to sunder sacred institutions
For better, for worse
In good times, in bad
These used to be lasting words
And couples stayed, sad or glad
Relationships weren’t just a fad
A ruffle, a whim, a whine
Didn’t amount to a curse
We’re too concerned with self-fulfillment
Too accustomed to our own way
Too comfortable independant
Unwilling to give others their say
In a world without sacrament
A ruffle, a whim, a whine
The basis on which our hearts are lent
David Fekete 