Excuse me young man, what is a blog
So many talk of it I am simply agog
Is it something that I can eat
Please tell me, that would be a treat

No worries pop, it’s a diary of sorts
Don’t get so stressed, don’t eat your shorts
People record their thoughts and dreams
Businesses may even take it to the extreme

But why do they waste their time
I’m sure they do not make a dime
Why would you waste so much effort
I am sure they sell themselves short

Are you kidding me you silly old coot
People like ProBlogger are makin the loot
They make so much they quit their jobs
They work from home to make a bob

That makes no sense I am bemused
Even more than that I am confused
How can a blog make you money
That’s like believing in the Easter Bunny

Freak me out, you old baby boomer
That is so droll it has no humor
Blogs are really fully sick
Sites like adsense makes them tick

Ah blogs are for the sick now I see
Blogs are therapy, you must agree
People write to vent their spleen
So in time their slate becomes clean

Hey dude, are you for real
Fully sick means the real deal
There are those that blog for fun
And others to get their job done

Now young man don’t take that tone
I’m sure that your parents at home
Taught you to treat elders with respect
Right now your manners are sorely suspect

I don’t understand why I bother
If only I was talking to a blogger
Instead of a doddering old man
Who wouldn’t know a blog from a frying pan

A doddering old fool you think of me
A time will come when you will see
When old age will creep up on you
Even a blogger’s mind won’t pull you through

The old man turns and walks away
Wondering about the youth of today
The young man simply shakes his head
Thinking the old man had lost the thread

And so the age old saga goes on
The result of age and youth forgone
That never the twain shall meet
For to the youthful eye all is sweet