Today's prompt is to write a communication poem. So I thought I'd write a poem about the communications i have had with older folks over the years. So here goes nothing.
Old Folks
Have
you ever noticed?
Old
People are kinda funny
They
are like children
With
wrinkles on their face
They
have an odor that is only described as “old people”
Kinda
musty or mossy
Not
quite sure
But
they have all these great stories to tell
They
have all these scars and cuts on their hands
From
when they were in the war
Or
when they took their wedding ring and threw it at their husband
They
take a look at us young folk
And
dissect us
Sometimes
they make choices for us
“oh
you’ve never heard of Frank Sinatra ”
they
say.
But
I respond
“Oh
you mean Ol blue eyes. My way? Saturday is the looniest night of the week,
April Rain”
then
their
eyes light up like
that
star on the Christmas tree.
“Ah,
you’ve never heard of Humphrey Bogart”
“Oh
you mean Bogie”
“You
mean you know Bogie?”
“Why
do you think I love fedora’s so much”
I
think it’s funny though that after I tell them how much I know about the 20’s
30’s
They
think I am some sort of special part of this generation.
But
no,
Classic
rock,
Classic
movies
Classic
books have all shaped the way my generation thinks
So,
to the older folks
Sure
we are young
We
have more years in our life to get those scars
But
just because we are young doesn’t mean
We
don’t know your generation
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