FOREVER YOUNG. OY.
I bought a book this morning
that just came out
written by a young woman
my daughters’ age
which I try not to do
or to listen to music that’s for them
or watch what they’re bingeing on.
I don’t watch Saturday Night Live either because
if I’m watching it at 73 is it contraband anymore?
Kids and grandchildren need contraband.
When I was home from college and
getting ready to go out and
had The Mamas and The Papas on
the record player
my father didn’t
stick his head
in the door and say
he really liked that new song
that Mama Cass was belting out.
He probably just wished
I’d turn it down.
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