This poem is about the Greatest Generation as perceived by the Baby Boomers of the day. It's all about change, a constant, as reflected by the wisdom of the ages.
Hey Man! Spark your spirit under a rainbow of desire
Be free of your hoary tenets and measured veneer
Abandon your pompous and careworn themes
Lost in your scambled searching mind
Listen to the new rhythm
Rock and Rap with its raw puffery
Your rooted culture is but a wrinkle
Quickened by indulging youths with a twinkle.
Hey Man! There is nothing sheltered about you decrepit shanties
Filled with mores and virtues of decadent ramblings
Accept the world in change inextricably free
No longer your private domain for
Glowing darkness and gluttonous depravity
Stay strong search stoutly seek this new life
Far better than your bitter days of lost strife.
Hey Man! Your dance is over the tune has changed
Hear the jargon of the budding flowers
Cool it! Get a life! Lighten up!
The universe is the world of tomorrow
Filled with chips and windows and Crays
That will not disappear
Take notice and drink this energy
Before your engine is out of gear
Hey Man! You rambled with Aristotle Plato and the rest
Search out new cities new nuggets
Cast aside the old import and its cargo
Understand Justice Beauty and Truth are the only things
Worthwhile in this world
Accept the shading of each
That comes with the turn of each generation
Hey Man! Spin your torch with the new dynamos
More exciting More daring More replete with promise
Go forward Man march with a whole new cast a different show
On a vibrant stage with a plethora of new ideas to dare
Assimilate Man Assimilate
Today is your yesterday of tomorrow
You are the world however late
and the sparkle in your shining star still scintillates
Copyright 1988 William M. Kuzmiak
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