Sarah Rosenblatt - Poetry

    EACH GENERATION ADVANCING
    
    Just when middle age was the great beyond
    you wake up in the face of it.
    
    Those younger than you filter into coffee shops 
    and onto roadways,
    their numbers increasing,
    putting you in your place. 
     
    Somehow your peers have adapted.
    They smile as they march past the grocery 
    and summer slips into the ends of their hair.