Am I the Elder?
Born in the sixties,
from a jungle on the other side of the world,
body bags on the nightly news were counted.
Growing up in the seventies
those enemies became church refugees
dark skin, smooth voiced, heartthrobs
In the eighties, the world was mine
eager to explore and learn
ready to make a dent of change
Real world crashed the nineties
living in a daily grind
paying back with nothing to pay forward
The aughts, depressed mortality
paternal loss looking for something
shifting ideas and ideals
Teens gifted financial independence
freedom to escape expectations
filling someone else’s dreams
hoping to be top shelf
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