we were like them once young eager
fertile quick-headed maybe loud cocky
a kaleidoscope of confusion or bluster
stumbling around blind corners
now here we are wiser to those
times but constipated in our own
with ever-new aches and pains around money
and job worry regret the cracks of today
always in need of repair tomorrow
all because of them
and on some nights when you and I talk
I wonder if they listen as they ignore us or
hear uncertainty through our closed door
and ponder a time when iPads cell phones
and X-Box won’t play the same as
the game of life