Beware of aggressive nostalgia
You may have it all figured out
But, a new time comes along
And then “Get off my lawn!”
Is the sound spilling quick from your mouth
-a.r.
~ by April on April 8, 2015.
Posted in Humanity, Meditation, Poetry, Whimsy
Tags: Aggressive Nostalgia, Anicca, Change, Forward, Generations, Impermanence, motion, Nostalgia, poetry, Time