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The phone rings

Loved one calls

Outrageous, silly, lovely and I identify

We are 60-80, yo

Yep, I added ‘yo’

A subvert and cagey population,

We live among you and yes, judge the s**t out of you

You make bad choices, you are rude, you laugh and are crude

We realign our thought,

Re-examine what we have bought

But in the end we are ‘good’,

A lifetime, experience, trial and error understood

So, yes back to the judg-ie-ness we exact over you

You must understand we have stood in your shoes

You bag our groceries, you check our heart

You cut our hair and fix a so-so tart

We have no need to gain your assent

An unwavering, inquiry to which [we believe you are bent}

We just know, we have been there and really don’t care

But know

That life is a quest, a gift or dare

Be in it and own it, no excuses, embrace the unknown

Remember to learn and try understand what you are shown.      

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[Jibey]

Ah, the frustration of age... we become observers of the follies of our produce... No longer so up for it, we look on, remembering, regretting... wanting... 'we have no need to gain your assent'... and yet, and yet... we won't want to be cast aside as an irrelevance... we still want a piece of the action.

How well you capture our state of mind in the flow of your words...