Speechless

A wonder lies before my eyes;
toddlers could now identify money.
Baby sucking their mother's breast
bite it and smile like that's funny.

Everyone wants to be a pageant
making make up to make them up
concealing worse that lies underground
doing anything to lay them off.

Success sit on mountain height,
waiting for those who could climb
but this generation think they are smart
waiting for elevator to lift them high.

What is this my hands have penned?
Is this what I really want to invite?
No, I doubt I wrote this one
Seems like my speechless made my pen write.

Author's Note

Long time no see, poets.
Hope I meet you all well?

Reviews

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Another write on introversion that appears to apologise for such a special characteristic. And indeed as we watch others seeming to sail through life easily and expectantly it makes us think and take up our quills!

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Thank you once again, John.

[Li]

There are those days...the only way it makes sense is to write it and read it again as if someone else wrote it...our speechless does make our pen write...
Kudos Kay!

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Thank you so much, Li.

[Coyote Poetry]

Hello my friend.
"What is this my hands have penned?
Is this what I really want to invite?
No, I doubt I wrote this one
Seems like my speechless made my pen write."
Us, who love to write. We dream we can change our world. Great writers wrote of war, love and hard days. Showed us, we can survive anything. Today my friend. We must write the ever-lasting story to remind the future generation. Life is hard and we can be harder. Thank you Kay for sharing your powerful and worthwhile words.
Coyote

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Thank you so much for dropping your point of view here, Friend.
I'm glad you found it meaningful.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.

[barleygirl]

Like John-the-B, I also read this as being critical of youth, which I don't really like to do, becuz we can all remember back when we did the same dumb things, maybe a different way. And that's why I take your last verse to mean that maybe you miss-spoke . . . like, upon further reflections, dumping on some "other" group (another generation) is just a delusion, for we are all struggling along a learning path together. Love how this poem conveys a sense that the poet feels a little rusty from not writing, perhaps, & so the words are just a form of being speechless. I love your line about make-up, which I dislike seeing in abundance on otherwise pretty faces! *wink! wink!* Great to see you here again & I hope you're back to writing more steadily here! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Thank you so much for your words here, Margie.
They are really amazing and worth giving a kudo.
I'll be fully back soon.

[barleygirl]

I've been having a hard time staying here regularly becuz we're having a beautiful mild summer in California . . . not so hot, so I want to be outside garden puttering! Hope your summer is going well, too!

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Truth be told...they create their own mould and won’t be told...well written...🌹🌹

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Thank you so much, poet.
I really appreciate your wonderful review.

[John the Baptist]

This one comes across as a criticism of a younger generation. The speaker seems to think the youth are shallow, covering their weaknesses with "make up," which could mean putting up a false front. The speaker also thinks the youth feel they are entitled to success, not knowing what it takes to earn it. I really hope they are not all that way.

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Thank you so much for your view on this, John.
I like your response.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i like the paradox in the last line...and yes, this generation sometimes it seems they forget that they have to push the buttons...there is no elevator man to do it for them.
j.

[Kay Salisu Titilola]

Thank you so much, Sir.
I'm glad you drop a review on this.