Cultural Gap Poem by Liam ó Comáin

Saturday evening and
persistent drumbeats
pervade my home
emanating from
my sons room
a cadence of modern
rock and a mental caffeine
disturbing the serenity
of my thoughts

A generation gap
as wide as Niagara
upholding a sub culture
with an unremitting beat
and incoherent vocalisation
the expended sound
accompanying the gyrations
of one ephemeral group
after another

Yet it is but a bead from the
rosary sub culture of the
generation game
formerly played by myself
to the sound of the Dylanian
'Mr. Tambourine Man'
with long side burns
and American blue jeans

To some an execrable
phenomenon generating
conflict between the young
and the aging but to others
a symbolic acknowledgement
of the handing over of the baton
in human evolution to point
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