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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas 
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The Kids Small wonder that things aren't the same anymore. I mean, with the kids doing their own thing now. Mom and Dad are part of the past now. They are the ancient soothsayers whose knowledge is far surpassed by the wiser, smarter, kids. The kids, follicles of growth. Progeny gone wild. I pity the old. The old. The you and me. The parents that did their damnedest to nurture and protect, to imbue, to prepare them for the reality of living. We didn't fail. We just ceased to grow. At least, that's what the kids think. We stopped expanding. Became stagnant. And the kids left us stuck in the miasma of age, while they grew with the exuberance, the immortality of youth. The kids. Leonine novices, stylish parvenu, forgetting their roots. W. James Beard, Jr. |
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angelswing Senior Member
since 2000-02-10
Posts 705United Kingdom |
Nice poem, Although I don't agree with the idea, because kids never truly forget their roots, and the upbringing of their past is one of the most important things in their lives, making them what they are today . Experience is one of the most important things that human beings can ever achieve and to look up to our elders is to worship our gods . Well written, I did like this one. L.of.L. Tom . Insanity is a perfectly normal responce to an abnormal world -R.D.Laing.- |
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jwesley Member Rara Avis
since 2000-04-30
Posts 7563Spring, Texas |
Tom, I more than endorse your comment. The piece was written for those times, particularly the teen years, when they exist in another world and those in particular when they seem to forget (largely by design I'm sure) everything they ever learned, and are so fustrating to parents. |
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Denise
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Member Seraphic
since 1999-08-22
Posts 22648 |
You've captured well that stage that kids go through. Thank God that they eventually grow up too! Denise |
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brian madden Member Elite
since 2000-05-06
Posts 4374ireland |
Well I am just one year out of my teens, I am big 20, I can relate to the poem, as a teenager I grew distant from all the things I cherished as a child including my parents, I think you described it accurately "We stopped expanding. Became stagnant". I guess as a teenager you want independence but without all the responsibilities of being an adult. That was fantastic, I love the images and your use of words. "And the kids left us stuck in the miasma of age, while they grew with the exuberance, the immortality of youth." an amazing image. |
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