Posted on August4/09/2020

What should I call this modern age,
I ask myself, putting pen to page
Trying to describe the world I see
Which continually surprises me.
Men carry babies on their chests,
Once seen only at the breast,
Even when hand-fed from a bottle
By a mother going at full throttle,
Rushing from home to work elsewhere
To pay to place her child  in all-day care.
Is this the Revolution of today?
Maternite?  Paternite?  Egalite?

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