I find self in argument
With sons
Over money, over crypto
Which is a mysterious coin
Being chased by new generations
I am belittled
When giving advise on
Intangible wealth of this century
That my experience is seen as useless,
Described by them to me,
"My Boomer generation knows Nothing"
Told to feel unworthy as an argument builds
Put down as a mother as
My brain pain of their reckless youth
I had to pay attention to
As if the reciept of my womb
Was a wasted placenta
All because of a bit of coin searching for wealth
The riches these young men of mine
Will likely not find from the
Depth of their families legacy
Who will be written off in their own time
Is in their grandfather's wartime draft card, tied to the most important person
Asking,
"Name of Person Who Will Always Know Your Address",
Let that sink in.
"Relationship of This Person" , "Mother"
It is happening just as it is written. I will have none of this. I found their grandfather's draft card from WWII. The demographics included, as you see in the prose, to name a person who will ALWAYS know your address. How much our youth take for granted. The struggle in each generation. Yet, as I volunteer with the homeless, most have no one one to lean on. Most have no contact with their family. Their family does not want them in their life. What a sorrow. Now we have a plethora of entitled citizens , the white privileged who will find themselves alone in their Bitcoin crypto future where they put more energy into nothing worth chasing and trashing the person that will always know their address. Someone to care about them when they could care less. It's a sorrow filled world in these dangerous times. Humanity is losing.
