My heart bleeds
For the youth of today
90s kids carried no tracking device
In their pockets
No glowing slate
Powerful enough to guide a rocket home
Kids can’t dance like no one is watching
Because someone always is
Peer pressure didn’t disappear
It disguised itself behind a login
One wrong move
And the bull smashes
All the china
In the cyber café
We were blessed…
An era of disposable consciousness
Hard graft
Without recreational drug tests
Politics lived on the news
Not rammed down throats
Like religion from pews
Yes, I feel for the youth of today
“What’s your name
And what’re you on?”
Those days are long gone
Now over the hill
Down the slippery slope
Reminiscing about candles
That burned the brightest at both ends
But these days
There’s just too much to lose
Head first into the swell
Swimming against the current of time
Everything is heavier
Too much weight on the spine
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Author:
Syd (
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- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
It only gets worse my parents children in the 1020's said it of my generation children in the 1950's that I said of my children when they were small in the 1980's and they say of my grandchildren just growing out of childhood now. Each generation has its problems and I hear you I would not want to be a child today.
Yes, that's a very interesting and realistic observation. I think my write is a 'getting older' thing that every person experiences at some point. I would love to be a child now but to regain the knowledge I've earned. Youth is certainly wasted on the young.
- Syd
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