We’ve got used to the disappearance of some people,

we just worry a while and then forget, sometimes regret,

it’s merely a question of time.

But…it’s a pity when we don’t care a dime

when the whole generation disappears,

when nothing good to follow appears.

I would like to speak about the generation of women over fifty.

They are certainly not guilty, I mean, of their age,

which anyone shouldn’t accept with rage.

But today those women seldom appear on the screens, in the scenes,

they seldom visit theaters and cinema halls,

their places are occupied by young dolls.

They do not go abroad ,

This trip some of them can’t afford.

But where are they?

Where do they stay?

They are in a hospital, in a market, in a flat,

little by little getting fat.

They are defenseless, often dreamless,

they do not go out, they do not shout,

they only whisper : which bread is  crisper?

They are not needed by the rest

as they don’t do everything so fast.

This whole generation of women disappears

and nothing good to follow appears.

No one asks: Why? May be it’s a lie?

We shout today: Children are our future!

And what about our culture?

The generation of women over 50 disappears,

the career created on young bodies appears.

We’ve lost millions of grey haired heads

just because they are no more a lass.

China legs, drugs, habitual use of the word “fuck”,

glass made eyes, no need to realize the situations,

interest in new glamour sensations.

Young bodies shout today:

Leave us alone, we do not betray.

Don’t we deserve all that?

Certainly you deserve all that

But… those women deserve more.

What do we live for?

The dreamland is full of one time women,

they can be changed like a one time syringe.

Is it normal? Isn’t it strange?

All that trivial-virtual sex

which helps, as they say, to relax.

Do you imagine a poem about such relations?

It gives me only a frustration.

We forgot about those women who gave style,

Who hated love which was just for a while.

We forgot those women who had taste

and their life was not a waste.

We forgot about those who wrote an elegant literature

forgetting to write their signature.

We forgot about those who created politicians

and they were not at all  capricious.

We forgot about those who gave their lives to their husbands

because they lived on real life lands.

We are losing the sight of that generation of women

and together with them their men.

We lose those of the concrete results,

they were the first whose men went to consult.

And now I would like to ask you again: Who will remain?

Can a young body, certainly for big money, be your real honey?

Can a young body be a loving wife?

Will she fight for your life?

Of course, while watching those young bodies,

in the period of excitement,

you forget and forgive all:

their foolish heads, their foolish songs, their foolish speeches,

and at the moment it doesn’t really matter if they are bitches.

May be those young bodies are right?

Without any fight they would like to get all and at once,

They would not like to lose their chance.

They are in a hurry, they do not worry about tomorrow.

They would like to live without any sorrow.

But they forget that tomorrow will come

and together with it their age

they won’t remain on the stage

but with  frustration will be added to the disappearing generation.

 

Larisa R (Odessa, Ukraine)