Not long ago a son of mine
Not much more than a child
Was a rebel against a system
So young, free and wild
But the government discovered him one day
Standing in the unemployment line
They took him into their confidence
And rebuilt his thoughts one brain cell at a time
From Henley tee’s and Chuck Taylors
To silk shirts and ties he moved
From rebellion to conformity
His individuality they removed
Now he peddles their inadequacies
Their selfishness and greed
Thumbs tucked into suspenders
To emphasize his maturity
I’m pretty sure he has them fooled
And is a double agent for humanity
Jerry, your poem is very strong and deeply moving.
Deep sadness lies in each line.
miriam
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Thanks for your kind words.
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I believe he truly a double agent.
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so much I sense in your words, a not so simple poem to read, as parents we can only love the child and try to accept that they have become an adult. With choices of their own, and wonder did we cultivate those? This poem resonates with me deeply as my own children start making choices of their own.
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Thank you for this refreshing reversal on the age-old question: What’s the matter with kids these days? My children have continued as rebellious college student types well into their thirties. I was wondering where I went wrong? Now I see they’re simply keeping the faith. Your son may yet come around.
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He is following in my footsteps. Age will eventually bring back his youthful thoughts.
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Wonderful poem! I loved it. “Thumbs tucked into suspenders
To emphasize his maturity” – that was a wonderful line.
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Thanks
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Your deep and profound thought process intrigues me. 😎👈 this poem gracefully eludes to an underlining meaning 😍
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Thanks Amanda.
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