'A Different Song' Poem by Linda Winchell

I don't care to listen,
To the loud music that you play!

I don't have to agree with you,
I just don't hear it in your way.

Am I just bull headed and controlling?
That I don't want to step into your shoes?

With the steps that you are taking,
To that rythum of your tunes?

Is the music that your playing,
Something I'll remember when I am old?
Or am I showing who I'm not to you?
And being much too bold?

Have I seemed to have forgotten?
Of what my music was back when?
I can still hear my parents' screaming at me,
'Dear God, when will that racket end? '

So I guess we are not so different,
Not so different after all.
Go on and play your different songs my dear
I have some ear plugs for it all.