When did I inherit the eyes of the old?
When did I change from doing to watching?
The language of the young has become a mystery
While the reminiscing pull of memory reminds me that I am a man out of place.
I feel the slight resentment I hold at myself
As I look at the youth of today.
I was once like they are now
Or was I?
Are my prejudices toward them or myself I wonder?
But I remember that please and thank you were words often used
I remember your elders were introduced as Mr or Mrs such and such. Not Donna or Hugh.
I remember that people talked with each other and socialised for real and in public!
Should I be seeing these things now?
I’m only in my mid 40’s and yet I see
A lonely broken nation
A divide greater than the ocean that once separated us
Do we really have anything in common with the youth of today?
All social graces are dying and becoming a quaint thing of the past
Something my Grandad did when I was young
And the ocean they surf has a different meaning now.
I once saw a film when the world’s children were taken away
Is this happening now I ask myself.
Or am I just feeling old
Perhaps the ways I am, so familiar and unthought-of,
Are quirky little things that make them smile or smirk
The language I use, an alien diatribe
That registers as familiar somewhere in that binary brain
Perhaps I am just set in my ways like my parents before me
Or perhaps I yearn to feel young and free of wisdom
Either way, the statement must be
We become a thing stuck in time watching on with inherited eyes of the old.
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Saxon Crow (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Hi everyone. Here it is, my very first poem written for this site of like minded expressionists. I hope you like it.
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Ah, wisdom comes at a price, accompanied by aching limbs and failing joints.
Whatever happened to education, manners and group activity other than sports or drinking? The last few apprentices I took on regarded my vocabulary as something alien I think.
Yes i'm totally sympathetic to all the points you raise in your well written piece.
Oh, I've forgotten to say welcome to MPS.... enjoy us, we are a friendly lot and a mixed bag of ages. Feel free to make comments on anything you see on here for that's how this site works at it's best.
Looking forward to more from you.
Thanks Dusk. Much appreciated. Yes, I am officially turning into a grumpy old man! I shall enjoy every single moment haha
Welcome to MPS! From 'one grumpy old man' to another, you hit the nail on the head! Well written, would like to read more of your work.
Thanks Fred that's very kind of you to say. I'll try not to sound too grumpy haha
So very true Saxon Crow, I can agree with all you are saying but then to me if you are 'only in your 40's' your still a youngster compared to this old man in his 72nd year.
Welcome to MPS, it is good to see you here.
Andy
Then God help me when I get to your age Andy! The Grinch springs to mind! And thank you.
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