by cricketjeff on November 12, 2009. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
When I was young mine hardly knew a thing.
And now my own are certain of the rule,
“The Autumn can know nothing of the spring.”
But now I know my parents saw the same,
They saw me learn how much I did not know.
Each generation has to play the game,
It’s all a part of life’s eternal flow.
My time will come to sit and watch the show.
I’ll sit and watch my children’s children show
Contempt for all their parents know is right,
They’ll offer me a hint “their folk are slow”,
“There’s no-one home despite the burning light”.
I never understood my Grandad’s face,
The way he smiled when we returned from school.
I loved the days when he was round the place,
He loved to watch his little treasures duel;
I guess he knew my Dad was not a fool.
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4 We think our fathers fools, so wise we grow. Our wiser sons, no doubt will think us so. — Alexander Pope