Monday, 06 July 2015
Pigeonholes
By Marc Leavitt of Marc Leavitt's Blog
We call the old people, “senior citizens,”
Vanilla words, they segregate the old,
But well-meaning, it’s a harmless title;
We certainly would never condescend.
Then we describe the people next in line
As middle-aged, not sure of what that means,
Except, they obviously aren’t kids,
But they’re too young to lump in with the old.
Finally, we have youth, ah, golden youth,
A time to flourish, enjoy, and find love!
We call youth, beautiful, exciting, fun!
We smile at its mistakes (we made some too).
The labels make us feel smart and cozy,
Cocooned and snug, and knowing who we are;
But they can’t change the quality of truth;
We’re simply people, living out our lives.
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Well said Marc
Well said.
Are there many more at home
Like this?
Posted by: Ned Smith | Monday, 06 July 2015 at 08:28 AM