The kids are so different so
raw and exposed to the elements.
More looking ahead than back
they wander off eager to the boats.
My generation and the ones before
were supposed to be the settlers/pioneers
but they’re the ones.
A lengthy transition, they said.
And we thought twenty years was long.
Left behind to die.
I know, it’s the way of life,
nestling kicked out and all.
Going to make their own way
you can’t help but feel it.
And we’re obsolete with our supplements.
Way too old before our time.
A few letters to show the years.
After their toil there
is no electricity
to write with.
And ours shows
we just stare at.
Unfit to move on.