#452831 added September 5, 2006 at 12:30pm Restrictions: None
Baby Boomer’s Musings
For a mirage foolish,
overstepping its bounds,
when minds were phantom threats
and everyday lovers
were thrown to the lions,
over puffs of dust on an unpaved road,
over facing illusions “eyeball to eyeball,â€
we boomed into the callous earth,
as if we could change the world,
to “make love, not war,â€
discovering the power
of a fragile flower
and fairness in a small hand.
Since we’re the Wall inside granite,
since we’ve flown to the moon,
since we trusted the stars,
the Gemini and the Age of Aquarius,
why do we still say:
“When will they ever learn?â€
“When will it ever end?â€
Does happiness bite,
over and over again?
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