Moderna Times Lady/Folks Poem by me poet yeps poet

Why Oldie's Brood
there is no use
to keep clinging to the past...
like embracing a lamp post....

but to move on
the worlds moving fast....
unlike in times so old....
now lust is foremost....

where is she,
she was to be on a date with me....
but my best friend winked at her
and there she spent the night....
with him

drinking and merry-making....

I had to wait outside..
She never came....
she returned to him.....

He had a car
and all the money...
I had given her love but
now hadn't a penny....

So lust and thrust survive today...
no one can do a thing....
but twiddle thumbs
and fingers swing
till thin...


Times have changed.....
kids don't know their biological father...
moms remarry,
as they are not used to loneliness....

step pops
sleep with step kids
sadly impregnate them....
this is a sad story...
it happens
just imagine

The family norm you speak of
is buried....
its time you packed up too
and got remarried,
if there be a need....

kids can no longer
their parents feed...

Time's a-la changing
indeed
at jet speed