aging isn’t pretty
when the mind’s patterns repeat
nonsense, no lessons learned
wisdom seldom comes
to those know it all
nothing of value gained
predictions of remorse
for the innocence
ready to be sullied by life
or will they learn
from this generation
I hear you.
All your loud voices broadcast anger, frustration, desperation.
I see the care, empathy, and concern.
I’m feeling the impavid feistiness of your direction.
You ARE SO RIGHT!
I can see your determination manifest change.
Make that blockade of white suits bow before you.
Shut down that noise in your face telling you no.
Strike down the smug betrayers of your future.
Ride with the forcible waves of support behind you.
And make the future we failed to give you
a better place than where you’ve risen up from.
You deserve to reside there.
I love you.