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Old Man's Lament

OLD MAN’S LAMENT

Poor irving Berlin –
“Put on your Easter bonnet
And frills upon it” -
Wouldn’t he get just deathly ill
At today’s Easter Parade

There are no bonnets
Instead    girls wear nose rings
Guys with drooping pants
There are no crooners    no Bing
Just rock bands with loud drummers

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Young folk may not agree with my poem, but I say, "Take that, ya young whipersnappers!"

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Elizabeth Wesley

July 28, 2011 at 11:53 AM

The good old days weren't so bad were they? Love your take on the new generation, I'm glad to not be part of all the noise.

Sara Kendrick

May 6, 2011 at 2:22 PM

Enjoyed your interpertation of today's culture..They call it the y generation..Just look at the back of the young men walking down the street and you will know why..Just the creative pen flowing..Sara

James Peranteau

April 30, 2011 at 5:57 AM

Amen to this write dear poet ! hehehe, my O my, what happened to those 'prertty in pink' days...?...it's now; daze ! Have a great weekend dear friend ! much love, james

Gwendolen Song

April 29, 2011 at 4:33 PM

Ya Daver! I will second that theme from your poem! Noserings are gross....tongue piercings are double gross! ha ha. What they need is Jeeeeeeeesus! ( A line from the Daver chronicles!) ha ha Not-a-whipper-snapper either, gwendolen

James Foulk

April 29, 2011 at 2:48 PM

i only have one thing to say about this poem, i wish i would have written it first. I could not agree with you anymore, you are so right, what would irving Berlin say about the today parade's. why do the kids do that ////, who would want to kiss a girl with a nose ring or even one on her lips, what are they thinking. loved this poem. thank you for your comments on Sounds of Spring.

Carol Sunshine Brown

April 29, 2011 at 1:19 PM

I enjoyed reading your poetry today Daver. Wishing you a wonderful weekend filled with inspiration. I hope the sun shines down upon you and brings joy into your heart. Love, Carol

Kabuteng P.Ink K.

April 29, 2011 at 10:17 AM

Love the note you put in the end here, Dave ;) and yup times sure have changed-- and yup have to agree with you-- those pants where you see guys' boxers, haha wouldn't know whether you should tell them to just leave out the pants or pull it up! & thanks, I listened in on Poor Butterfly-- the one sung by Th Platters---& I checked out the lyrics, what a sad song, but beautiful in its own way... thanks for letting me know about it :D hugs :)

Michelle Mac Donald

April 29, 2011 at 7:29 AM

Aw, what's the big deal about these bonnets anyhow Daver? I used to make one out of cardboard for my mom, every Easter. I'd think it was comely, she must have found it homely, cause she never wore the darn thing! No wonder why there are so many "whipersnappers".:) Oh well, wishing you and yours the best!! Mikki

Andrea Dietrich

April 29, 2011 at 12:04 AM

hahaha, I love the bottom line you put. I hate those loud rock bands too, and I am a child of the 60's and 70's!! I love a big variety from crooners to pop. I was so disappointed tonight when CAsey, the cool jazz singer got voted off Idol. I really like your tanka set here.

Caroline Cécile Delacroix

April 28, 2011 at 10:36 PM

hehe... yeah the young folks way of dressing as you describe's not my cup of tea either. I can understand the "Old man's lament". Thanks for sharing. Caroline.

Linda-Marie Sweetheart

April 28, 2011 at 6:30 PM

We still have the Easter Parade in New Jersey down the Atlantic City boardwalk shore... and it is fancy and fun..but those who view the parade.. in short shorts and tank tops and droopy pants as u wrote... comfort rather than class sometimes ...the old ..but good ..days seems to have faded my friend ..but u keep them alive with your great words.. luv..