sonnet X
they say it`s all the boomers and X`s fault-
into the wound they rub the salt.
we planted a seed and watched it bloom-
never expected any handouts upon a golden spoon.
we had to save real hard-
just to buy our very first car.
every day was lived hand to mouth-
to buy-and to furniture the house.
without technology we created our own fun-
and if it went wrong-we learnt by the outcome.
no words could ever tear us apart-
we didnt cry, didnt take anything to heart.
we learnt you had to earn respect-
and nothing was given or to expect.
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