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About This Poem
Babies In 2050
How long before I can drive a car?
You always say I'm much too young
So what if I can't actually feed myself
And you still have to change my bum
Times are a-changing dear sweet mother
The new age of majority is two
Us guys have brains like soccer balls
And the balls to try something new
I know my size might be a problem
But with all the new gadgets that exist
As long as my young brain is functional
I can still do most things on the list
Like keeping track of my finances
Making sure I've got enough to retire
As I reach the age of two hundred and ten
With enough till the day I expire
I know it's difficult for you to grasp
And I realize to you this is new
But so many advances have taken place
Us wee folks can live longer than you
So next time you look at us grandkids
And feel sorry we missed what you had
Each new generation has it's own advances
A product of our time, good or bad
© Jack Ellison 2013
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