Why does everything have to change
One day you're laughing the next you're called strange
Take a simple snowflake, so pure and real
Now you say snowflake and it turns out to be a big deal.
You see, when over 50, words are words and they ring true
But the young they speak in riddles and words are there to offend you
A snowflake then is not a drop of iced rain
Now Its's an insult to someone who misunderstands that the rules include them
Who assumes life is there's alone, theirs alone to buy.
But sometimes its used to laugh at sensitive folk
If you can't handle modern life, a snowflake, you're called
So why take our language and use it for ill
Call a spade a spade don't steal
Just keep the meaning real
I for one embrace change
But just like a snowflake turning to rain
I'll flow with the changes
Learning to wax and wane.
Tolerance and understanding. That's what we all need more of. Nice poem