The young boy was impatiently running ahead. Lagging behind him, the elderly couple held hands and constantly stopped to take in the sites. They would read the signs and take pictures and discuss what they each were seeing. Growing frustrated, the boy eventually stopped and turned to them and said, “We need to go faster Papa and Gramma or we won’t get to see everything.” The old man turned to his wife and smiled. “He will learn someday that by slowing down, the quality of the places we do see is much more rewarding than how many places we see.”
Tag: age
Time
You silenced the calling out of children
Across empty lots and down twilight alleyways
You stole the summers of innocents
And the friends and lovers of forgotten days
Long ago, you teased me with your possibilities
Filled me with hope and fantasies
Then jerked away your promises
And left me with want and empty dreams
You’re Never Too Old to Learn
With the onslaught of modern technology that gets thrown my way every day and being older than dirt myself, with four children, four grand-kids, a son-in-law and a daughter-in-law that turn their faces away and snicker to each other every time I attempt to make a phone call…I know a bit about this subject. So yes, you can teach an old dog new tricks.
That still doesn’t mean that he won’t stand there and stare at you like you’re the dumbest thing alive. He’s just like me. I know what you’re saying and I know I can hit CTR-ALT-whatever in the hell. Thing is, I just don’t care enough to do it. It’s a whole lot easier for me to feign ignorance and have one of you young whippersnappers ‘show up’ the old man. So, you have to wonder, who was it that just got taught a lesson?
Crying Hands
These once youthful, nimble fingers
Have pinned diapers on your behind
Swatted the misbehaving toddler
When you got out of line
Held your hand on the first day of school
Applauded loudly as the graduate passed
Waved goodbye when you moved on to face the world
Prayed for your happiness to last
Used words to paint my memories
So you might know how it all began
But now these once so nimble fingers
Can barely hold my pen
So I want to tell you one last time
Before these hands of mine go
I’d like to give you one last rhyme
To tell you how I love you so
Young vs. Old
My son, over at mabrotherton.com seems to be obsessed with categorizing, stereotyping, and discriminating people based on which generation they fall into. GenX, GenY, Baby boomers, Me generation, millineals…Well I’ve got the answer for you son. You’re Young and I’m Old. That pretty much sums it up for me.
Let’s face it, if you can wake up in the morning and go pee without the 15 minute ritual of stretching, popping and cracking of every joint…you’re young. If you have to get into the shower and run hot water on your back before you can bend over enough to put on your underwear…you’re old.
If you give a shit about social issues…young
People shouldn’t be allowed on the streets after 6PM…old
If women in bikinis gets you excited…young
If women in bikinis makes you want to give them a lecture on skin cancer…old
Sex, as much as you can, anytime you can…young
Sex, what’s that?…old
If you think our current president is an ignorant, childish, sexist bully…well, I guess we have to agree on somethings.
Jerry Brotherton 