Daily Archives: August 5, 2016



We see them –
slim, clear-skinned, hair flying,
spewing vitality as they steal the streets,
gracing us with with the everyday beauty of youth –
a fleeting gift to each generation

As you take them in,
memory stirs a longing
and envy translates to anger.
Bitter words trickle from your folded lips:

Young idiots. look at them, running around like the world owes them a living. No respect. We would never have got away with it when we were young.

Which strikes me as funny,
because we did –
we got away with laughing and feeling free.

You spit,
your slimy filth spattering on the pavement to fester
until the rain washes it away.
Age gives me the grace to behave disgracefully,
you say.


©Jane Paterson Basil

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