My Generation Poem by Michael Walker

I want a friend with whom to be one flesh.
I want to have children to play with them,
So I search for her with whom I can mesh,
But do not know whether to, where, or when.

I want to labour for the greater good.
I want to serve my neighbour who's in need,
But everyone I see seems to have food,
So there is no one whom I have to feed.

I want to learn enough, so I can teach.
I want to impart wisdom to the young,
But those around refuse to hear my speech,
Preferring that my songs remain unsung.

I could be wrong about the whole of this,
But if I died, I don't think I'd be missed.