Out Standing Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

The children of today only look that way.
Wings untested with an appearance,
Of innocence.
But they are far more intelligent,
Than the 'children' we were then called.
And expected to obey,
Any adult and what to us they had to say.
Even if we knew the doing of it to do,
Had been from 'their' point of view.
Of course, we all thought it was stupid too.
However...
With that said to have some of that stuff,
Stick in our heads...
The children of today may not follow instructions,
As 'we' intend them to mean.
But they do listen to comprehend,
An image that is literally taken and meant...
To add their own interpretation.
And overheard is this conversation...

'Honey?
Why are the kids outside standing? '

~Who knows.
I told them instead of sitting around texting.
Or send emails to download to themselves,
They could at least spend more time...
Making attempts to find something,
More constructive to do to prove they can be...
Outstanding.
So...
They got up. And went out.
To believe I would make comments,
About them standing.~

'These kids today are something else.
How long ahve they been out there doing this? '

~Who cares.
As long as they are not in here,
Adding on my head another gray hair.~