Curmudgeonly, that is me I fear
I swore I would not become my parents loud and clear
I would not criticize the music I hear
Clothes, the hair, nor all they hold dear
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But I lied or failed does it really matter much
I don’t understand rap, hip hop, electronic dance and such
Pants low with boxers high held up by belt buckle clutch
Publicly grabbing crotch with not the gentlest of touch
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More critical of the guys than the girls I have found
Cars with whiny mufflers, where’s the glass-pack rumbling sound
Trucks that can’t pick-up cause they’re lowered to the ground
I guess its finally happened what goes around comes around
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I’m trying my best to break out of this mold
Being more accepting as I so adamantly told
Judging by appearance is a form of profiling bold
Isn’t it bizarre how we transform as we grow old
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~~ Dominic R. DiFrancesco ~~
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AUTHOR’S NOTE: These are just a few observations about myself that honestly, I find embarrassing since I promised myself from an early age that I would not succumb to this type of thinking, but to one degree or another I have. I am working hard to change my mindset so we will have to see where that goes, but I’m sure that at least some of you can relate.
Dom DiFrancesco 
I’m noticing that too. Maybe everyone hits that age where you can’t keep up with modern trends and you just stop figuring it out. I’m sure the generations before us went through it. Curmudgeon is a stage of life?
The alternative is watching a middle age person with low pants, talking in text speak, and spending money on the latest toys instead of bills.
I suppose you are right, I don’t know that I will be able to stop this progression, but I am certainly willing to try. I make no promises though, I think it will just turn out to be a fact of life.
We’ll be yelling at kids to get off our lawns in no time. ;)
I’m on my way for sure you young whipper-snapper.
Oh I definitely relate – but in my case it was that I was never going to sound like my mother – more and more I have to keep stuffing her voice deeper because she seems to come out :)
That’s funny, my wife tells me that I not only sound and act like my father, but also my grandfather. I guess it is just destiny for both of us. :)
I know, it’s scary, isn’t it? I commented to my best friend yesterday that sometimes I worry I’m becoming the stubborn & grumpy older person I promised myself I would never, ever become…
Welcome to aging my friend, it is scary but the alternative really isn’t that appealing to me.
OH YEAH. I also swore not to become my parents … but … from my house I can see the middle-school kids going one way in the morning, and the high-school kids going the other in the morning … and I think YOU’VE GOT TO BE KIDDING ME! PULL YOUR PANTS UP! And YOU, chickie — TOO MUCH CLEAVAGE!
Doing much better music-wise, though I still can’t stand rap and hip-hop. But it’s … um … frightening to hear the kiddo call my music “old”. o.O
I’m with you on the second stanza!
I so do this …lol
I can certainly relate to your post. I would add body art and piercings–something I will never understand. I just bite my tongue and tell myself there’s a good person, behind the decorations somewhere, and don’t pre-judge.
I agree with you, I just don’t understand things like “gauges” in the ears, but since they aren’t my ears…oh well.
Well – you recognize it & know to work on it. And- that’s more than half the battle. I’m working on a few things too. I think we all are to one extent or another.
PeAce :)
I hope so or else I am doomed to be the grouchy old man rocking my way to eternity on the front porch. :)
It happens to the most “hip” of us. I’m always horrified when I open my mouth and my Mum’s voice comes out, smiles.
I don’t think there is any way to stop it…we are all doomed. :)
yes, it happens – fortunately my boys are a bit ‘geek-like’ meaning they are not into wild hair, clothes, music…. well, Jordan likes ‘world music’ – an electro pop French dude and some other rather interesting things – but I digress – we all get older and see things – just like our parents did and their parents …… my mom hated the fact that I liked Barry Manilow (the like did not last long) in junior high and her parents thought she was nuts for loving Elvis, and i think Jordy is nuts for liking a French electro pop guy. and Peyton thinks Jordan is nuts because he likes Celine Dion, Tony Bennet and Sade – it is all relative:)
It definitely is relative and ultimately inevitable I suppose. I just assume that I am not suppose to like these things as they are not geared toward me, its just the way life goes (Celine Dion…I hope it is just a phase, LOL!).
I just learned a new word! I smile at some of the youths and remember how my kids were as teens and I thought they were so cool…Sometimes I slip and think, How does that guy walk in those pants falling down his hips but then I chuckle and let it go…my mom was always so accepting and loved watching youths change with the times, so I try harder …the loudness is probably my weak point…my ears are more sensitive to certain sounds and that is probably from listening to music too loud over the years…I think….the fact you can write such a lovely poem about this is amazing! you are a cool guy!!
Wow, that it very nice of you to say. I am trying to be more like your mother and accept kids as they change with the times, but it is really hard sometimes. :)
I was also the parent the principal got upset with telling me I was encouraging my son to be a bad boy by dying his hair blue. Who cares? And I am guilty of buying his oversized (Size 50) pants, he cropped and wore reeeeal low…but he did have nice boxers. hehe…It only lasted from 14 to 16…he is a respectable high school teacher.
I know that this kind of thing doesn’t last, I’m sure that I did many things that drove my parents crazy…I would imagine that we all have, its just part of growing up. :)
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Thank you for the mention my friend, that was very nice of you to do. :)