Forget Tomorrow

Thank your lucky stars.
Your generation has it better than ours.
We had to hang out in bars:
in the mists of smoke,
with regular customers as coworkers
(on the labor of numb)
and beers as friends.

Nowadays speak easys have given way
to still-picture forums
for a new round of youth
whose hope too was stolen.

Find peers to cheer you, where and while you can.
Such are the lots of the common man.