Generations - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
In between, he is lost
I talk of the young son
Dad hears and dislikes
Hidden and in secret
“I don’t like, ” said Daddy.
“Is fashion, ” said the son.
“Go to jail and see them head to toe…”
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