Close minded elderly

fayeisabee1

Close minded elderly, how little they see.
Their lives are content as they wait for the day the reaper takes them silently.
Groups or alone silent or laughing they are wise in their old age and refuse to agree
the world is changing more than they can see
They talk about war and the news
so blind minded that people change and the world is still just as screwed
We went through a war we're married and happy

fighting their war everyday.
That still makes you wiser you say?
Because world war 2 had guns when we have technology.
Can you change the way they feel if they're homosexual in this democracy
because you're wiser clever and your man stood on the moon and fought for a war
ours dress the way they want behind closed doors.
Your women made food of little amounts
while ours work their hardest and still feed mouths.
It isn't a competition I understand it wasn't easy
but slagging of our generation is unnecessary.
Close minded elderly only then will you see
the world is a lot different when you were the same age as me

  • Author: fayeisabee1 (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 23rd, 2017 10:01
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Edthepoet

    Nice, I like your style. There's a beat running through your words.

  • FredPeyer

    Fayeisabee, I said it in my last comment to you and have to say it again: You write incredibly well!
    Subject matter: Yes, there are many of us (I am 69 years old) who are EXACTLY how you describe, living in the past, dreaming of past glory, not understanding today's generation. BUT there are also many of us who may not fit into that category.
    Having said that, your poem is great, it makes people think and question. And isn't that the purpose? You say: "That still makes you wiser you say?" Remember Socrates apparently said: "The only thing I know is that I don't know anything."

    • fayeisabee1

      I wrote this while on the way back from a hard day at college and a girl Infront of me anxiously got off the bus and these elderly men began making fun of the way she looked as she wasn't as feminine as they hoped and I have met some amazing understanding people who are accepting and sometimes it's the way they've been brought up but that's no excuse for the hate some people give so I wrote this in mind of remembering that we will never know what's best for others nevermind ourselves 🙂 thankyou everyone for the lovely comments they really mean the world to me and make me feel like my way to express small things in the world are being put to a good use 🙂 please give honest opinions as I see the world from my perspective but I love finding other people's views on matters

    • Heather T

      I don't think there is anything new under heaven, it just changes in its expression. The superficial things will always pass away. What's good never will. I will say that in some capacity there is never growth without change. I appreciate your thoughts.

    • P.H.Rose

      Not all older people
      Think it was better back then
      Or worse now...
      I am a child of 1960
      So not a million miles from
      60 years old, there where things I hated
      About my youth and to be
      Honest things I hate about
      These days... but you are
      What you are in the times
      That you live if that makes sense
      Your poem is very good,
      You just live your life as you
      See it and probably when
      You are old you'll tell your
      Children how much better it
      Was way back when...
      But until then keep writing

    • burning-embers

      I think you've done a job well with this. I'm in the generation you criticise and by and large you're right. When i was your age i was as critical as you of my elders and swore not to become so narrow minded. I assume you're doing that too today. Well let me tell you, it ain't gonna be easy unless you can laugh at yourself. I often do and hope others laugh with me.



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