Poetry

It will always be the younger

versus the older.

Times change.

Things change.

Technology progresses.

Society progresses –

One way or the other.

Don’t lament the good old days.

Feast yourself

on the new good days.

Not all are equal.

Some are designed to see your reactions.

Others supposed mental acuity.

Many are useless

but society still demands we answer them.

Unable to regulate.

Emotions too high.

Feelings dominate mind.

Anger lashes out.

Guilt crawls behind.

I have not finished the project.

When I am done

I’ll let you know.

You will get it that day.

Until then don’t ask me

when will it be done.

Relationships change.

They grow

as people grow.

Children need more time to themselves.

Old habits die hard.

New perspectives given.

Embrace the empty nest syndrome.

Fall cleaning

Started early.

Pulled the stove out

In order to clean up the mess.

Coffee filter tipped

As it was supposed to be dripping.

Instead of drinking

A newly made coffee

Half an hour spent

Wiping down the counters,

The stove

And the floors.

Tired.

No sympathy.

Empathy gone.

Overwhelmed.

Energy drained.

Rest time.

Recovery needed.

Rearranging furniture is easier

than negotiating sometimes.

When a compromise is not available

both parties lose.

This is why some things do not work out.

So when he comes home

I will apologize

and hope he accepts it.

When thinking ahead

you write an agreement

only then to find

you lose more than you expected.

Trapped

between the screen

and the glass.

Walking aimlessly

trying to find a way out.

While I watch them

scared to slide the glass aside

and try to ethically remove them

from my house.