100 Short Poems

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Curmudgeon

It's not that I mind the young women in their eye-catching clothes.
Or all the people lost in texting, their eyes focused on small screens.
All the bright new things I never foresaw have their place and purpose.
I was young once and foolish in a world brim with the new and different.
What I can't abide is feeling increasingly lost in change that never slows.

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