Jared, at 162, begat Enoch.
Enoch, at 65, a mere child, begat
Methuselah.
Enoch, at 365, left
to walk with God,
leaving his father,
Jared,
and his son,
Methuselah,
to wander the dunes together.

Now,
Jared
was 962 when he died
and his grandson,
Methuselah,
who died at 969,
was 300 years old,
when God took
Enoch.

So, for about 5 centuries,
give or take 100 years,
this old geezer odd couple,
(Jared and Methuselah
if you’ve lost track),
were pals together.
How did this mixed generational duo fare?
When they gripped about,
“…this younger generation…!”
and how “…they just don’t want to shear sheep
or clean up after the camels any more…”,
who were they complaining about?

Even Methuselah’s uncles,
(Jared’s post-Enoch kids)
were younger than he was.
“Teenagers!”
So you can see what a
generational mash-up
this mess might have been!

Maybe a really long life
has its drawbacks,
but at least they missed
the flood.
I wonder how Methuselah
might have felt about
his trouble making,
rabble rousing,
Ark building
grandson,
Noah?