First an apology:
The mess we left you
Debt, debt and rump
A twilight redoubt
From the ravages of Davos
All over and next door.
Perhaps I should have fought more
But you were such a beguiling distraction
How I’d bounce you on my knee
For joy. Whisper, “Love you. Love you.”
And kiss you on the ear.
Whisper, “You’ll get it right. For once.”
(Was it my tenth alcoholic binge?)
“So get to it, Get to it!”
As my dad slurred to me.
“Get to it! Get to it!
Your turn to save the race!”
To a Millennial
