Times coming and times gone

spicy chips

crispy noodles

junk food

can of beer 

can of coke

my son enjoys sips n smoke


generation gaps

time slaps

on my face

the spoiled race


travel back the memories

into old times

when all these were

considered crimes


father's blessings

mother's love

brother's shelter

the kind stuff


I sit silently

in the lawn

thinking of the

times coming


times gone








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