For the Boomers

Who will stand up
for
the dreamers,
the poor
the music unsung

These frail words
stand in the context of
LOVE
piercing through the
Frail curtain of humanity's weight.

Illusory shadows of live have
hidden our soul
and we need to
stop our insane dance of consumption

and act and fight
under starry, starry skies and star-lit candles
Will we again stand up
for the Dreamers

the eccentric wheelers
for silences unsaid
for the words unheard


Those were the days by Mary Hopkins reminded me that me that we are older but no wiser and perhaps that is a good thing as we may have yet time to fulfill not the opportunities of youth, but the promises we mad to ourselves in our youth. At one point in my life I believed that we all had the same ability to  grasp the opportunities that came along, I did not realize that was not true. Opportunities are always there, but because of many factors in our life build a way of seeing the world that does not allow some of us to see these opportunities, or does not allow us to act on the opportunities that come along. Those of us who were lucky seized some opportunities and ignored others; either way we continued to live our life's and engage with the world. However when we were young we made promises to ourselves, and my hope is that as we get older, we remember and act on the promises. I saw, many years ago, on a graffiti wall this message: "I wish I could be the hero/heroine, I thought I would be when I was 10" In our 60's maybe we have the chance to be that hero/heroine once more