For all those reasons

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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