Generational Drift

Generational Drift

It’s a symptom of their stage of life,
a product of their age.
Adolescents have to disagree
and posture, pout and rage.

That teenage chemical is now
rampaging through each vein,
bringing self-doubt, embarrassment,
confusion and disdain.

Nothing so discomforting
as advice of a parent.
Teens crave emancipation,
but go through with it? They daren’t.

They may neglect their family time
in favor of their friends.
The list of what is wrong with you?
Somehow it never ends.

If you could just dress better,
they might find it easier to
admit you were their parents
when they run into you.

But as it is they meet your eye,
their own eyes simply narrowing.
They walk by like a stranger.
To address you would be harrowing.

You rip your jeans and cut your hair
so it looks freshly tumbled,
but you cannot please them.
If you try, you will be humbled.

“Gross,” they’ll say, “You’re not a kid,
so why attempt to be one?”
But if you keep your present look,
they’ll say that you are no fun.

How can one be as old as you
and not know anything?
For their advice, they’ll go online
to consult the I Ching.

Ouiji boards and seances
bring advice from the past.
It seems words really ancient
contain more of a blast.

So parents, do not anguish
if you can’t reach your at-hand kids,
Just wait ’til you have passed away
and talk to your great-grandkids!

The prompt today is symptom.

6 thoughts on “Generational Drift

  1. Madelyn Griffith-Haynie, MCC, SCAC

    Jumped over from the Senior Salon
    ~~~~~~~~~~~
    I stopped visiting the links page after Wednesday because I thought the Salon closed at the end of the day. I went back only to grab a link – and saw this un-visited post among several who posted later.

    I don’t have children, nor was I like you describe in this poem when I was a teen myself – even though I couldn’t wait to move out to be able to set my own rules.

    I have many friends, however, who have told me stories about their teenagers that echo in your poem – even though their kids were perfectly delightful to me (and are to them as well, now that they have grown past that hormonal stage). You captured it all perfectly. Thanks for sharing.
    xx,
    mgh
    (Madelyn Griffith-Haynie – ADDandSoMuchMORE dot com)
    ADD Coach Training Field founder; ADD Coaching co-founder
    “It takes a village to transform a world!”

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    1. lifelessons Post author

      But then they would have been your kids and you would have had the same responsibility to “mold them” and felt the same guilt at their missteps..It is so obvious that I’m embarrassed to say it, but that has never stopped me before. Ha. Part of the joy of grandchildren is that one can enjoy them without feeling like they have to mold them.

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