Generation X,Y, and Z

I was a latchkey kid,
But I also have to admit,
Growing up in the seventies and eighties was fun,
It was a different time,
And I don’t mean to whine,
But I kind of miss those innocent days under the sun.

I was part of the MTV generation,
Like Kool and the Gang’s Celebration,
It was a good time and yet I didn’t even know it back then,
I was a gamer with Atari and Nintendo,
(Millenials - this is an innuendo)
But I used to write down all of my poetry on paper and pen.

My first computer was a dinosaur,
A Commodore 64,
I learned how to write code before writing code was a thing,
I mastered the Rubik’s cube,
There wasn't a YouTube,
They were dog days of analog even when dial-up was a thing.

I was taught to be cordial,
But I was also resourceful,
I could use a number two pencil to rewind a cassette,
Not everything was peachy,
(I stored old poems in my Pee-Chee),
I learned valuable lessons that I’ll never forget.

It was a smaller less connected world,
Sometimes lost in a whirl,
There were no cell phones, no internet, no social media,
In those days that was the standard,
I had to handle to not knowing an answer,
Until I got home to a dictionary or my encyclopedia.

When the ninety’s came around,
Us Gen Xers hit the ground,
We changed with the times and took the plunge,
And as the walls came down
A new sound came to town,
For me it was when metal gave way to grunge.

Now as I grow older,
I look over my shoulder,
I think back and wonder what will come next,
Whatever it is we’ll be ok,
If I made it through those days,
I think I’m in pretty good company with Generation X

Scribblers doodlers
synthetic influencers
the newly dog eared
scrawled placards waving in disarray

The tick-tock flock
prancing poodle fancier
handbag pets
just credit scores your main index

Plastic stash
no dirty coins just swipe and dash
self worth
check your look is never dearth

bitcoin just virtual denial
new age
old money now on trial
spend and spend for your survival

Hashtags that just brag
inconsequential silage
twitter without glitter
trolling F/B's chitter chatter

Salt and sugar
cravings you could murder
Mcdaonald's XXL big burger


Size 10 going on 24
elastic clothes stretched overall
and so X marks the spot
easy virtue
seen never has a curfew

Vote for yourself
don't give a toss
 gold lame
in self deceit engrossed

 All cappuccino chocolate froth
designer label is your holy cross
Amazon deliver in a box

 

Only just a child
latchkey kid run wild
youth forever lost
 
Far too old when young
baby on a ladder rung
learning to climb alone
 
Abandoned and unprotected
reticence perfected
survival, nothing more
 
Building walls for preservation
dependence upon isolation
yet hardly staying safe
 
Harboured secrets meant to keep
now recalled in unquiet sleep
I suffer still in silence