The World Doth Pass Me By

     I find the world doth pass me by
        Shall I give it one last try

     The young don’t share my point of view
        They’re not upset by unverified news

     You cannot talk to them, only text
        They’re so feeble they're undersexed

     Why, when I was their age ---
        Oy, there goes my darned ribcage… 

     Father Time sneaks up on the best of men
        So to all ‘goodnight’ ~ ‘til I’m born again
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Maverick Avatar
August 3, 2025 at 12:51 PM
Well perhaps the Lord guided your tounge? G W..'. I mean even i and Ballams ass make Sense when the Lord wills..'
Romios Avatar
July 29, 2025 at 7:17 PM
I tnk os dad when the youbg put their fingers im theiera, but I’m the other hand is the way for them to learn. It’s also a finger to you and me when they’re so smart they cannot listen to us and is that fun demeaning us. As some kind of stupid.. the most stupid people are the ones who will not listen. It doesn’t matter what age they just close their mind and they go with their no bash knowledge.. pangie
Romios Avatar
July 31, 2025 at 10:17 AM
Apologies for my cracked spellings.. Silly Pangie
Wolf Avatar
July 29, 2025 at 8:00 PM
Spot-on, my friend. As the Sages say: Who is wise? He who learns from all men. ~ gw
Etgen-Baker Avatar
July 29, 2025 at 3:46 PM
delightful couplets, Gershon. I find talking with young folks increasingly difficult...like they speak a secret language. Oy!
Wolf Avatar
July 29, 2025 at 8:01 PM
IF and when they actually open their mouths and speak...
Baker Avatar
July 28, 2025 at 9:57 PM
Fun Couplet poetry, gw. Nice rhyming! BB
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