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We baby boomers,
brought into this world
millennials--
strong, persisting,

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we're~~~~ peaceful streams
....they're radical rivers...
their blood, restlessly stirs

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young, fiery courage
..........pulsates within...
.......racing, cresting
............upon surf's cusp

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...embracing new beliefs
......to the point of
.....defying old school

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.....where boomers turn deaf,
.........................millennials listen...
......cold waters, sometimes
.................... divide...

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......they ought to
.....sit down...talk
...........and compromise,
....................or else.....
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(In my home, at times, it's the other way around...
i become the millennial...my kids are the baby  boomers)

Sally

Copyright May 19, 2017
Rosalia Rosario A. Bayant

Glimpse of hope
Through those washed eyes,
As I envisage us surfing
The roughest of tides,
A million waves crash,
Heavily into my chest,
Because I'm afraid
I'll drown in a sea
Of emotion because
You're the ocean,
And I'm just a stone.