Christmas day is over
The gifts are all unwrapped,
My patience now is wearing thin,
My energy is sapped;
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realize our tastes don't match And we've grown out of touch; It's called the generation gap, It widens every year -........................simply a wonderful poem as we lose ourselves by the vision of our offspring, yet it happens to happen even ever growing by change of time yet unstoppable in newfangled that may baffles us as we seem to be far behind by their newness, most universal feeling by generation gap, i do enjoy the way you put your theme, most ingenious,10++, thanks for sharing
This is delightful, Linda. A very witty and well written expression of the disappointment we have all felt from time to time feel when the present we bought doesn't quite 'work'. I tend to lie and reward kindness and generosity. Others seem to prefer candor to diplomacy. Ho Hum. Your solution to the whole complicated process sounds great to me. Super poem, once again. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥