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One for Boomer

 



Beneath the Spin * Eric L. Wattree



ONE FOR BOOMER


Receding hairline, failing vision,
hair now turning grey,
an aging boomer in final protest,
Father Time his foe this day.
 
Donning his headband, tie-dyed jeans,
and scorched draft card of protests past,
he set out for one last battle,
as in his youth that had quietly passed.
 
Alone, an aging Boomer,
a different kind of man;
colleagues all now in the wind,
as he makes his final stand.
 
So he found no placards or the sound of Trane,
no passionate speeches in the gentle rain,
no pretty girls wearing mini skirts,
and no solemn guards on pig alert.
 
All he found was a new America,
and more freedom across this land;
the fruit of his struggle
for women's equality,
and the rights of his fellow man.
 
He found Martin, Chavez, and Malcolm X,
all standing by his side;
He found Thomas Jefferson
and all his forefathers
beaming down with pride.
 
He found minority children across this land
whose reach now exceed their grasp;
He found Jim Crow angrily cursing him,
as he took his final gasp.
 
He found pride as an aging boomer,
more hero, than common man;
He found a quirky old fart embraced by history,
for having the courage to take a stand.
 
Alone, an aging Boomer,
fellow travelers now in the wind;
but once again he limps to his trench,
to defend his fellow man.
 

My Good Friend, Ms. Rita Edmond.

Only her professionalism got her through this song. If you listen closely you can hear her voice crack in the second verse. She did it for her late father, a 60's activist. 

Show 'em how it's done, baby.
 

Eric L. Wattree
wattree.blogspot.com
Citizens Against Reckless Middle-Class Abuse (CARMA) 

Wonderful!  Beautiful poem and terrific song.  Here's to you and your life.

Thank you for sharing.

Thank you, Aunt Sam. 

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