a poem

I wrote this poem in response to one written by a gen x-er about how the older generation cannot understand his generation. A perennial problem that I've been on both sides of now. The feelings he was expressing were much like I was feeling back in the 1970s. The only difference was the influence of screens and social media that pervaded his poem. 

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Generation Gap

This dry gully
filled with misunderstanding
Words shredded on
nettles of neglect

If only...
You don't...
But I...
You can't...

Abandoned pages of
you never listen to me
With whispers of
you don't love me
in between the lines

litter the wasteland 
between us

Back in the day. 1975.

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