Do You Prefer To Have It Spelled?

Poem By Lawrence S. Pertillar

I too thought my elders,
Believed they knew so much.
When I had been younger,
And then out of touch.

I too thought those with experience,
Were distanced from reality.
And lived lives they wanted others to perceive,
Had to be lived and not deluded by disguise.

Today with mistakes made,
And blessed to have aged...
I no longer accept the elders are out of touch.
And I know now why they prefer,
To talk to themselves and so much.

Today?
And as it was in those yesterdays gone,
It has always been the wisdom of the elders ignored.
And those like myself,
Either approaching and/or sitting at the edge of that stage...
Have no problem at all telling others where to go,
What to kiss and when to get off.
With a caring less who becomes offended.

'What did you say? '

Do you prefer to have it spelled?
Or drawn with crayons?
I would say it again,
But you wouldn't understand.

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