Yes, I will meet you at Starbucks for an Americana
True, it had been years and it would be nice to meet up
Too many memories to grow stale but yet the dreams dried up
Life, kids, and family and career it always gets in the way
The fire burned bright but is now reduced to barely a flicker

Texting on the highway will be a few minutes late
Guess time doesn’t change much….huh?
Me always running late but this time it’s the damn traffic
Some cheesy protests making me turn left when I wanted to go right
How’s that for an oxymoron at best

Double shot, no room for milk, just coffee and a buzz
It’s the only buzz I get anymore, gone are the days of weed
You all decked out in glitz and two cosmetic surgeries to boot
Me in my dyed brown hair to cover the white streaks of age
Look we became what we swore would never become.

We talk of corporate buyouts and ponder our fate
This late in the game we fought so hard against
Now we plan our latter years with wisdom and fear
Hoping our end won’t go south like our figures have

Funny I look around and I see the XYZ generation drinking their caffeine
Dressed just as bizarre as we did and they are just as uncomfortable
With us now as we were with 50’ year olds when we were 20
Not much has changed, and I guess we grew out of what we wanted to change
Their apathy is appalling but their disgust with our lack of follow through
So who’s to blame and who’s to say who is right when we turned and left

Yes, it was good to see you again, and yes it’s great to catch up
But why do I feel we dropped out when we should have stayed the course
No time to ponder, I’m late for dinner and another meeting later tonight
Another shot of coffee and my dreams fade away

12/09/2014

Posted on 12/09/2014
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