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A music friend of mine Jere, who lives in California, sent me some lyrics and asked me if I would like to turn in a poem, which I did, he is playing his wonderful music in the background. Do Hope u enjoy. A poem about how the older generation are sometimes treated. A bit of a tearjerker, so have the hankies at the ready.
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THAT OLDER GENERATION
By Doreen Yates and Jere Van Loan
June 2007
That older generation, are always in the way
Most don’t hear what you have to say
They drive on the inside lane so very slow
Oh dear me, they say I’ve forgotten where to go
Using walkers and canes, to help them get about
Drive you insane, because they always shout
In supermarkets, they hold up the queues
Cause that new brand leaves them confused
It's hard to believe they were young and fun
Heroes and lovers beneath the golden sun
Full of dreams of things they want to be
Hope, wonder, and insane jealousy
Wit and wisdom can be their friends
But some are plain stupid till the very end
Souls of children in bodies grown up
Grey hair and wrinkles fall into their cup
Cracked and bent, some just set aside
To rust like toys and left outside
When in plain and simple truth
They are more alive than any youth
So show you care to those elder saints
Who gave us breath and taught us to paint
For if it was not for them showing us the way
We would not be on Planet Earth today
By Doreen Yates and Jere Van Loan
June 2007
That older generation, are always in the way
Most don’t hear what you have to say
They drive on the inside lane so very slow
Oh dear me, they say I’ve forgotten where to go
Using walkers and canes, to help them get about
Drive you insane, because they always shout
In supermarkets, they hold up the queues
Cause that new brand leaves them confused
It's hard to believe they were young and fun
Heroes and lovers beneath the golden sun
Full of dreams of things they want to be
Hope, wonder, and insane jealousy
Wit and wisdom can be their friends
But some are plain stupid till the very end
Souls of children in bodies grown up
Grey hair and wrinkles fall into their cup
Cracked and bent, some just set aside
To rust like toys and left outside
When in plain and simple truth
They are more alive than any youth
So show you care to those elder saints
Who gave us breath and taught us to paint
For if it was not for them showing us the way
We would not be on Planet Earth today
zallaz01
this is a very poigniant piece, very very good, great delivery/construction!