My generation
is unfixable
The young
still hold the key
Unsullied by the
vested norm
They look
but also see
They hear those
inner voices
Not yet despoiled
and dark
Believing that:
“Oh Yes We Can”
As seniors
— bray and bark
(Radnor High School: November, 2025)
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Author:
Kurt Philip Behm (
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Comments2
Whether a dog or an ass is up for debate in my case I think it may be both being of that generation. A good read my friend
:-)))
Don't mind me Kurt I speak with an old mind
It’s stark, hopeful, and honest. The rhythm of confession meets the pulse of renewal…a generational mirror with both cracks and light. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thanks for the great insights ....
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