protest

during breakfast
at the rest home
cafeteria,
while banging
our walkers against
the linoleum
floor, in protest
to soggy scrambled
eggs and lumpy
oatmeal, it
occurred to me that
it was only
yesterday, or at
least so it
seemed, when we
were marching in
the streets,
clapping and
chanting, in unison,
like now,
against a war. and
yes, i know it's
not the same, but
still, i'm just
saying.