PASSING FADS in LANGUAGEA Poem by angelA lament about the passing language 'fads'.
I'm amused; a mattress has become A new thing, a "sleep system". Don't be upset, and don't feel glum; Rise up! We can resist 'em. Push back, be strong, however much You want to just let go; Just remember, having such Terminology can grow! One day, you could just find that you're No longer understood; The old descriptive phrases snore-- You never thought they would. There's all new, "better" phrasing now; If only I'd foreseen That my words would follow 'thee' and 'thou' With 'cat's meow' and 'keen'. Each generation has its own Personalized, special slang. I find myself cut to the bone And feeling much past a pang My generation's 'groovy' and 'fab' Is no longer relevant. Still, it's my bag, And youth's opposition is simply a drag... © 2018 angelAuthor's Note
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