A New Year
When
"they" asked me reflect on humanity as an elder sees I had no ready
answer.
Mostly my
'humanity' is relegated to moi. I know
for sure that isn't what 'they' wanted me to tell.
So I looked
around, from toddlers to those even older than I, those I figure would
represent humanity for me to see.
The younger
set argued a lot, over small things, large in size. Like who could have the toy with which they all wished to play.
I'd find a
happier note, perhaps coming from those in their teens. They smooched a lot, talked of silly matters,
but argued not. I wish they could be
more serious.
College ages
seemed a selfish lot, with protests and student riots at every turn. Mostly they want things that help them, for
free. Like free college tuition, free
room and board, free meals, lodging, and clothing. They are, though, conscious of rights of others and will
willingly protest for those as well.
Upper the
ladder of ages I searched, the young adult set. Not many married now, like in my earlier days. And those who were were saving up for
childern's care, those not yet born.
Middle age
was a big surprise, not like mine at all.
Raunchy in my view, partner swapping, even married. Or living beyound their means, bankruptcy
seemed no big thing. When they did have
children, the kids were atrocious, rather like those youngster who faught over
toys I had mentioned before.
A ripened
age found the folk to be of a more serious age. Very opinoniated, mosty about the problems of the world. Not that they could change things one bit,
they are another of a "silent majority" as the will vote on any and
every item that comes us.
The elderly,
well we mostly want to be able to be living in the morning when we wake up and
wish well for our families. Maybe chocolate
every day. And a way to get out of the
house when we wish, travel and do the things of the nature which we've become
accustomed.
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I'm linking with By Kerry O'Conner at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/01/the-tuesday-platform.html
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Picture and Poem Copyright, Ó Jimmiehov 2017, All Rights Reserved
I'm linking with By Kerry O'Conner at http://withrealtoads.blogspot.com/2017/01/the-tuesday-platform.html
It's a little loose on the writing, just barely proofread, as I'm paying for Internet by the minute tonight. Hope that will be okay for just this one more time.
Thank you Kerry, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
p.s. I am unavailable to return comments but I'd love to have yours.
Thank you Kerry, HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!
p.s. I am unavailable to return comments but I'd love to have yours.
Yes, wishes scale down to simpler blessings, like being still living when we wake in the morning....smiles.
ReplyDeleteThis is like the modern version of Shakespeare's Seven Ages of Man. Your provide a clear description of each generation.
ReplyDeleteAnd still we have to agree on a future that fit us all... generations seems sometimes so strange to me, I feel fortunate to feel young at need and older if it does make sense. The problem is that others want me molded to a stereotype...
ReplyDeleteEngaging- I like reading your thoughts about different age groups. You're quite the observer!
ReplyDeleteVery astute observations.
ReplyDeleteLife in a nutshell. I enjoyed your takes on the different stages of life.
ReplyDeleteI discovered the other day why children don't like to share their toys. Although they had long tired of them, just when they see they are about to lose access to them, albeit temporarily (which children lack the judgment to discern), the feeling is awakened in them of loss. A value is conferred upon an item after its loss, and these children are experiencing the loss of a newly valued item.