Generation Gaps Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Youth thrives on change for sake of change, a generation’s lives
depend on ends and means where too few ends' ends comprehend,
where means are often absent from youth’s range as Time contrives
to twist elastic cyphered symbols, signals sends some bend,
peels day from day forsaken with strange clock-knocks sharp as knives
that tick, that tock, that dock as hour descends for foe or friend,
or rises, toasts half empty glass, or half-full as connives
each for a partial definition, lends illusions, tends
to trickle, trick tick, tic kit, icy blends and then extends
itself into ”I see” then self amends though oft offends
deriding self. Ideals denied, it totters, spins, then dives
to and through gravity, both onwards, over, drives
its epitaph, would rearrange the past
protecting vested interests, flags half mast.