Singing the Blues
The old,
think they have license to act, and speak,
without regard for impact.
Ninety plus men, pacemakers working,
claim who if anyone can rein in their words,
spoken without tact.
The young from a different astral plane,
Won't tolerate, or give them such a long rein.
What can possibly unite these,
divergent and unique, one of a kind clan.
Love, fueled by tolerance, the master plan?
Then,
instead of raising noses, and judging,
those who have paid their dues.
The young can laugh and find humor,
in the things that they do.
Better in the long run,
then singing the blues.
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