The Older Generation
by Helen George

First I was an infant with tiny wee feet,
Everyone loved me, said I was sweet,
Then I was a toddler, going on four,
A little terror but still loved, still adored.

Now I'm a graduate of elementary school,
And later a teenager, oh, my, I'm so "cool,"
Before I know it, I'm a college grad,
With the whole wondrous world mine to be had!

Then I'm married with kids of my own,
Not quite believing how quickly they've grown,
It seems like time is just passing me by,
I'm turning forty, dear me, how time flies!

Parents and grandparents all gone, passed away,
And I suddenly realize, with some dismay,
There's nobody left who's older than I,
I'm the "older generation," oh dear, oh my!