I always thought my folks were pretty stupid.
Kept saying how the old days were so great.
And modern times and younger people
were distressing and destructive.
Most every generation throughout history
has uttered these same words with great conviction,
I wash my hands of this and go to look
at the great photo in my wallet.
It shows my daughter and the year is seventy nine.

Herbert Nehrlich

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