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
There is just something about the nuclear family. It is supposed to provide the safety and security we need, seek, visualise and fantasise. Yet we mostly find (each generation, that is) ways to undermine its mission. Awesome poem, Poet.
yes thank u Lemon some of my 2015 poems i am now re-posting have remained as read thanks
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
23 POEMS YET UNREAD SO I SHALL HAVE TO WAIT GIVE ALL A BREATHER AS THEY SAY