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  • Gary Hunter

When it's Their Turn - May 9, 2021

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


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