I’m not sure where this came from except my frustration and angst boiled over a bit this morning. It’s sort of an apology to my kids. Give it some thought. Do you owe the next generation an apology?
By Michelle Garren Flye
Let’s face it, we fucked up.
So long as we had our bite and sup
We didn’t care who had their way—
We just didn’t have that much to say.
The environment crumbles without our care;
Others struggle—we know it’s not fair.
But those others aren’t us, so why fear?
For them we will not shed a tear.
“We’re so laid back” is what we brag.
“We’ll leave it to others to piss and nag.”
The younger generation will have to fix
The mess we made when we were in the mix.
Retirement looms for us all now.
We’re almost ready to take a bow.
Our children shake their heads in wonder
At the world we’ve left torn asunder.
“Good times,” we say with wanton cheer;
“To better days,” we raise our beer.
All that’s left is to watch it burn
As we patiently sip and wait our turn.