Hearing the news, at once amused
and then I stop to think
Make sense of this, don’t be confused
T’is not insignificant.
They’re raising kids, Aussie tin kids, another generation,
Soon to be born, acclaimed by all, after nine months gestation.
I’ve had my kids, ages ago,
When smartphones weren’t invented
Suffered nights of sleepless woe
Now disposables are scented.
These grandkids come into a life, I’ll not see, death prevented,
But would I trade them for a life that hasn’t been invented.
I wish them a happy journey
Thru’ life’s vicissitudes,
Avoid pain, hospital gurney
But to yourself be true.
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