Real photos lived in dusty frames or well thumbed leatherette albums Expectations of two dozen memories developed and delivered No immediate gratification Shared with a cuppa and a story Not a pithy quip to a digital nation
Memories of memories
Tag: Growing Old
Generation Gap-ped
Who cares what I have to say Just a middle aged dad with a mortgage to pay Who am I, well if you listen to the rumours I'm to old to be millennial, to young to be a boomer.
Armchair Activist
When the clarity of youth has faded and left you with a world view smeared in shades of grey You still carry the same values But a fear of loss Has obscured them with too many coats of gloss
(image from this article about slacktivism)
Not all alcoholics drink every day
No beer, no fun No wine, no puns No whisky, no chatter No Vodka, no laughter No Bourbon, no pranks No Gin, (I never really liked gin) Never was a one drink boy Giving but never feeling joy
(image credit chaosrenzo)
Once was Punk’d
Ha ha the jokes on you Got a young man's hat But an old man's shoes You occasionally orbit into style Laika mummified fashionphyle
(Image by brokenchair)
