The kids of today
Want things straight away.
As they rush around,
Like headless chickens.
Never listening,
Nor Pausing,
To soak in the view.
Decisions
Decisive
Yet seemingly
Random.
No knowledge of history,
Or geography,
Anything in books,
Or owt that’s old.
Preoccupied only
By the very,
Very new.
Like me,
When I was young;
Yet was I really All
That bad?
(C) PB, Yorkshire,28\2\2009, at 15.50.
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