Another year rolls down the calender
The world marches to the same old drumbeat
I found out this week that my cousins kid is
Monomaniacal about Bionicles
Which is fun to say, but I don't grok it
Just as when my cousin did not believe
Children my age watched a TV show called
"Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles"
One generation follows another
Babel isolating by division
When the boy comes of age, and my children
Play their innocent games, explaining how
Heroes defeat villains, good trumps evil,
And everyone sits down to drink some tea
in Valhalla after a hard days fight
He shall look on, bemused, not "getting it"
Just as now my brows furrow when he
Talks about robot champions of his youth
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