When I imagine them in that house,
but all too familiar.
I imagine her as her mother,
I imagine him as his father--
responsible for way too many people,
Whether they'll acquire
the delusional denial of their father,
or the helpless dependence of their mother,
may be the only part of their existence
I see them adding a fourth generation
to that house way too young.
I see their bright blue eyes, full of wonder,
but getting duller everyday,
as they fill with visions of what's to come.
I see them fade into lives they don't deserve,
full of regret and Newports.
I see them melt into the miserable population
we call average.
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