I used to have an automatic gauge.
It didn’t matter where or when I went:
there always was a crowd of folks my age
around me. We are the experiment
abused by post-war PR attitude
(they fought to keep us safe, to make us doze),
confused as cancer, vigorous and rude,
and ever having others to oppose.
I see my way diverged. The major stream
when I was yet a minor took the route
of least resistance. Clinging to a dream
I hooked into this rivulet and doubt
I’ll find me company, abandoned free
without a paddle, gauging only me.
Cutterpub 