arrogance of youth

arrogance of youth

A Poem by delapruch
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na.

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look away

look away

when confronted with someone old &

pick the age at which someone becomes

unworthy of the same

cultural pulse

in which you find yourself beating,

for here in america,

the old are thrown to the side &

left to fend for themselves

without an adequate safety net &

without an adequate amount of

respect---

what can be found is a vast menagerie of

airbrushed imagery

plaguing the covers of every magazine &

filling all the children avec

wide eyes focused on the

net,

with the sense that what matters is money

because money can make you beautiful &

if you are beautiful you will be loved &

if you are loved, you’ll age slowly &

if you age slowly, you will never become that

“wrinkled, ugly, useless thing”

which the idolized american culture deems

irrelevant---

how funny it is to think that for such a short time,

the bumbling chutzpah of youth

can overcome even the tiniest of flaws &

yet when the youth begins to flush down the

toilet,

the flaws are still there

glaring one in the face,

with nothing but time to make them stronger &

more pungent to the smell & feeling,

like the more powerful of snobby cheeses---

yes,

young america,

you will age & die

just like the rest of us &

old america,

you are going to get there quicker,

whether you like it or not---

seems that beginning to look all ages in the eye &

remembering just how irrelevant we all are,

how much evolution has no need for the lot of us &

how quickly our lives will all cease,

might bring a bit more kindness into the world &

start a reevaluation of what priorities need to be in our

heads.

© 2012 delapruch


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delapruch
delapruch

nothingville, NY



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Bio: The writer we call delapruch has been writing since infancy. His first piece was scrawled on the inside of his mother’s womb. Long since published, the rights now reside in the hands o.. more..

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