Lost Generations

I graduated into the Great Recession

It got better a few years later

My life didn’t

People younger than me have more

Earn more

Do more

People see the gaps in my resume

and they think I’m suspect

They’ve forgotten

It’s nice to forget the past

I’d like to forget it, too

But the past is also my present

So I bear the memories

Like a pariah

Silenced by the clamor

of other people’s success.

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