Hope For Tomorrow

of course you despise me, of course you

think my life is a waste, it is only

natural, it is the way of things, it is

how one generation takes over for another,

with plans and grand ideas for a bigger

and brighter future, looking with disgust,

at the mess their parents have made

of everything in their lives;

it is that loathing and disgust, which

makes it all worthwhile, allowing

for us parents to be at peace,

knowing that we have given to you,

the same anger and disgust, left to us

by our parents, and that with any luck,

you will pass on to our grandchildren,

with the outside chance, that maybe,

just maybe, that anger and disgust,

will actually change things;

thank you, for that cold hard stare,

now I know, there’s hope

for tomorrow.

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