Temporary Contemporary
TEMPORARY CONTEMPORARY
Today’s contemporary is tomorrow’s traditional;
The older we get the more traditional we prefer.
New young mother cooks not like her mother at all -
But new children think it’s traditional with her.
We become traditional ourselves. Them is us.
Marx, Freud, Christ, found themselves in isolation -
Of contemporary thought, the focus.
We now find in their words the consolation
Of well-known familiar traditional belief.
And as Ole Blue Eyes warbled and crooned
(See the crowd of grandkids stare in disbelief)
Their grandma was pre-bebop and swooned.
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Written by Sydney Peck
Entered in Joe Maverick’s Contest Contemporary
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