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when, we, en masse, are dying


youth is unwise
for not always will youth be
as they are today
and yet there remains
in their logic
a failure to realize
their fleetingness.

and a sniping-ness
a snooty-snot entitlement
and disdain
lodged within many an action,
perhaps even in thought,
but mostly in an attitude which is
wrought
towards elders
towards their environment
towards earth.

I worry about
a propensity towards the loving of
gadgets instead of
fauna, flora, human beings...
unless there be some utilitarian
function. Ugh.

elder-berry's is what we
may be. a decaying rot,
unrefined vintage
not to be listened to.

we, the boomers,
with whom they do not easily
empathize. we, who, in
a short twenty-thirty years
will meet our journey's end,
our due demise...
and the youth who were
youths...will be in charge.
while we die and die by and by
and largely large.
 
will they notice us,
heed us then,
when
we
en masse
are dying?


Copyright September 29, 2013
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Melissa A Howells
Meloo from her Tilt-a-World





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