Maybe When You’re Older
I am almost sixteen
But still seen as an infant
Someone who is simplistic
And afraid of commitment
I can't make decisions for myself
I appear to always need a guardian's help
Sure I need to find my life career
But God forbid if I pierce my ear
I better not be lazy
Better think things through
Because according to you
At the age of thirteen
I need to know what college I am going to
But hold on
Politics is something
That I wish to have a voice in?
That I may actually have an opinion
When it comes to the rights of women?
Well that's too far
I need to stop acting out
I mean when it comes to topics like these
They are obviously things
That I know nothing about
But where is your logic in that?
I am expected to have my life
Completely planned out and decided
But when it comes to other countries and their strife
My views are just misguided
My academic sights
Needs to be beyond superior
But any opinion I have on LGBT rights
Is always considered inferior
Maybe if you opened your eyes
You would finally realize
That the fact of how old I am
Does not correlate
With what I am able to understand
I apologize
But I did not realize
That being young
Automatically made me dumb
Generation Nothing
Generation Nothing.
They tell us we’re frauds for having our own ideas.
Young is equal to brainless.
Individuality is seen as rebellion.
We’re trying to be “different.”
We’re trying to be “right.”
Why is that a problem?
We’re taking over the world you’re leaving behind.
We’re molding it into our own place.
We decide the future.
Your reign is ending.
One day, you’ll all have passed on, and the world will be filled buy us,
And our dreams of grandeur won’t have been illusions.
But if you keep it up,
All of our plans will be destroyed by our own insecurities.
Because you treat us like we’re useless.
You treat us like we’re nothing.
So we start to believe that we really are nothing.
Generation Nothing.
No Fear, Go Forward!
Being youngest was my fate
I always felt I had to wait
To go to school or hook my own bait
I had to wait to ride a bicycle
My siblings did, I had a tricycle
I had to wait for hand-me-downs
Not often did I go to town
A sense of inferiority
Seemed to have a hold on me
Even when the school did start
I didn't realize I was smart
That I was leading in the class
I thought that I was always last.
It took some time to understand
It's not the age that makes the man
Look at the thing, emotional age
The guts it takes to stand on stage
Some throw fits roll on the floor
While they're frickin' forty four
Spiritual age a child is ten
You love to see that child again
Fear of death at ninety two
No fear of death at twenty-two
The young man took a look
Found answers in a Book
Since I've aged accused to be
A milf of plastic surgery
I walk fast and laugh a lot
I'm not grey, my hair I got
I'm old on charts but I don't see
That age will ever bother me
It’s all about the numbers
It's interesting today how people
around the world view age
as if they themselves do not
grow older by the hour of the day.
Little do they know
that as each minute flows
Time and life are passing
At a breakneck pace!
A child of 5 thinks an 11yr old is a big kid.
An 11yr old thinks a 24yr old is old.
And a 24yr old thinks 50 is old.
There is a saying,
"that with age comes wisdom"
well that is not so true my darling.
For a man can grow to be 100 years
yet if he learns not to share love and
compassion then what good was his
time here?
Society looks at numbers
They judge by the wrinkles
Look beyond the wrinkles
See the lessons on my face.
The scars, the age spots,
If you take nothing else away from this
Then at least take this:
You do not live as a number, therefore
Live your life each moment to the limit
So that you will know that no matter how
Long or Short your stay is here you lived it and it was a full and happy life!
Now get out there and be free and live!
Age and Time
While some grow wiser with age,
Others do not.
While some age gracefully,
Others… not so much.
Though we all age differently,
There’s this fear,
Of growing older.
It’s not necessarily the aging itself,
That’s always the scariest part.
It’s the realization that all these years,
Have passed by you.
It’s that moment when,
Suddenly you look back and think,
“Where has the time gone?”
This isn’t part of the poem, but one of my favorite Pink Floyd songs is “Time”, and writing this reminded me of this part of the song:
“Tired of lying in the sunshine staying home to watch the rain
You are young and life is long and there is time to kill today
And then one day you find ten years have got behind you
No one told you when to run, you missed the starting gun”
Ageism
Invisible. That's me today,
living in this, our world
that worships youth, that lauds
this young boy or this young girl.
Never mind the wisdom I've gained
cuz I've got cottage cheese thighs;
nobody wants to look at me,
to see what's behind my eyes.
Experience isn't respected
cuz it hides behind wrinkles and gray;
now, we're considered 'has-beens',
"Yeah, she was something back in the day".
LOOK AT ME! I AM STILL SOMETHING!
I cry, but nobody lends an ear.
I wonder, will I completely fade
away, will I just disappear?
Signed, Your Elderly
Hits Hard
As sky passes by and stars fall by the day
Time progresses in no certain fashion
The ultimate sacrifice if our youth, the life blood we so daringly cling to even after it's time
Time progresses in no certain fashion
After one's youth the time of discovery arrives an we, discover
Time progresses in no certain fashion
The moment someone is able to put pen to paper or mouth to word we are discouraged
Time progresses
We are now rebelling against an unknown cause, singing our souls to the call with no name
Defiance
Forever we feel belonging in this cause and we hail across our fields
"WE ARE THE FUTURE WE ARE ALL-KNOWING AND UNIQUE"
Yet by the time one group hails another will
Then more and more
Forever time goes on
Can Your Can’ts
Age is
Talked about as
A series
Of can'ts
First you can't walk
Then you can't talk
You can't go places by yourself
You can't reach the highest shelf
Teens can't decide, they can't settle
They feel just like a herd of cattle
Then the millenials, they can't grow up
They can't afford anything that doesn't come in a cup
In your thirties, you can't get promoted
The world is no longer sugar-coated
Then you can't be young and cool
Your kids they treat you like a fool
You move on to where you can't remember
If it's June or if its September
Finally, you can't live alone
Someone else has to answer your phone-
Now, you could think
Like that,
You could only consider
What you can't do
But what you can do
Is be a carefree kid,
And a quirky hipster teen,
A millenial working for change
And a successful young professional,
A respected boss
And a loving Grandma,
And finally, at the very end,
You can leave happy surrounded
By all the people
Who always knew you
Could
The Nature of Age
Age is nothing but the passing of the years
The tick tock of time and the dulling of fears
Or perhaps our fears merely grow older too
From fears of the dark to when our mortgage is due
Or perhaps age is just the growth of our minds
Advancing from ignorance to one that’s refined
A surge in our wisdom that makes us mature
As our views of the world are no longer pure
Or maybe age comes from the breaking of hearts
From the tragedy and sadness that tears us apart
From the ache and the pain that we all must endure
From the sickness of time for which there is no cure
Or perhaps age is growing weathered and old
As that fire in our eyes grows increasingly cold
As our hearts and our joints groan and complain
And every action becomes an endeavor of pain
But it is only after death that the true test of age
Can really be known and really be gauged
The test is to see if our legacy lasts
If our lives are remembered or left in the past
To see if we’ve made a change with our lives
That beautiful legacy for which all humans strive
Comparable to Achilles or Arthur the King
Deeds about which future generations will sing