We sat there yesterday, chatting. <br />Though we live under the same roof, <br />it's not something we often do. <br />You go your way and I go my own, <br />and so often I'm working, <br />it seems I'm never home. <br /> <br />And as we sat, <br />you brought up the war... <br />and I admit that I cannot share your fears for our country <br />when Isreal attacks Iran. <br />I think of the war and fear for my peers <br />which are still losing their lives. <br />A generation gap, maybe? <br />Obviously something more personal than a hatred for our president, <br />at least. <br /> <br />Then you mention our old friend, <br />and how they've called in the care of a hospice. <br />And I look into your eyes as they tear. <br /> <br />'Everyone goes, you know? ' I say. <br /> <br />'It just hurts so much more when you watch the strong ones.' <br /> <br />And both of us reaize, if only momentarily, <br />that maybe, we are on the same page.<br /><br />Amanda Lukas<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-moment-of-closing-for-a-generation-gap/
