A little dreamer

A little dreamer
 
 
This poem is a flashback, before you learned to walk,
 
When you were just a little star, trying hard to talk.
 
The president was a nutter, the crazy Donald Trump,
 
Never again in history, his appointment will gazump.
 
The social media thing is mad, hope it doesn’t exist,
 
We were like moths to a flame, so helpless to resist.
 
Girls would take selfies, posing doing a trout pout,
 
Proud to admit, had no idea what that’s about.
 
The youth all followed blind, copied the latest trend,
 
Fake tan, skinny jeans, tattoos, and no positives to send.
 
New music sounds generic, nothing made will last the time,
 
Hope things get better; words have thought, flow and rhyme.
 
The world belongs to you now, family always by your side,
 
Loved by one and all; we will watch you grow with pride.
 
 
Uncle G
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