The Generations

Sixties came and went,

As the seventies rolled in,

I was born upon my mother’s breast,

Last of four kids, I was the baby of the family,

Seventies were filled of adventure, fun, and games,

Learning new faces and names,

I was soon off to school, to find my way,

Not knowing, what I know today,

That each connections would impact me,

The seventies left, I was so innocent

The eighties were here, and I was not prepared,

Crazy fashions, and ideas swarmed my head,

Music was the best, parties with friends, was my fate

AIDS hit close to my homes, as I buried many of my friends,

Drug wars hit my streets, as I watched fellows fall

Sixties, seventies, eighties,

The generations of it all…

As I watch, another one falls,

Brother, sister, friend…does it really matter?

Fore, I was born upon my mother breast,

(C) 2017 JAnn Bowers