Summer Eve
The sweet smell of marijuna in the air
Young guys of all sexes laughing at and with and at each other
You have to learn to mock yourself
My pretensions, my silences, my backward glance
We have to leave the young to enjoy their youth for they shall inherit the world and all that is in it shall be theirs
So crazy to hold on to what we must pass on
Like pass the parcel or chinese whispers
The message will get through if solely in the laughter of a hot summer's eve
I am content with this dispensation
keith jeffries
Tue 3rd Jul 2018 00:17
John,
A poem which encapsulates the cyclical nature of life so well. There is the temptation to deride the young as we ourselves grow older but we too were once like them. President Franklin Delano Roosevelt once said that a teacher of his ( a Dr Peabody ) belived that human progress was moving in a better and more productive direction, that inspite of war and tragedy we are heading along the right path slowly but surely. I hope that the young of today will realise their potential to create a world better than the one we bequeath to them.
Your poem stimulates the imagination and gives hope at a time when many despair of the younger generation.
Thank you for this,
Keith