Susan E.Oser writes

Generations

And so I stand before

The next generation

The one I'm supposed to represent and recruit

Yet 

Even I don't know my kind

I'm supposed to recruit and tell

My kind to come and join

Be inspired

Be mentored

Learn new life skills

But they're nowhere to be found

Even in my younger years

I never really connected to people of my own

It was always older or younger

And I grew up to respect the older

I'm supposed to represent that age group

That was deemed lazy and uninspired

Thanks to the 1990s slacker movement

Yet

It was that movement 

That has pushed technology

Seeing what was possible

From the impossible

When it isn't

But my kind now has changed

From slacker to hardworker

Sometimes 2-3 jobs

Just to pay the bills

And pay for our elders

Pension funds when they retire

My generation

The one you want and should volunteer

To help keep the movement and dreams alive

And yet,

You can't have us

We're unreachable

Because we are so busy

But we have no choice

You didn't believe in us

And we had to work hard to prove it to you

That we're worth it too

And still are

But now that we have

We have to work even harder

To prove to someone else

Our existence

Our voice

Our weariness

But we can't

Because we got stuck with the check

 Lib-619 -- Mr. Caution