O To Be A Boomer! Its The Friday Of Our Lives

Its envy you know. 

For we just may be a mythic race.

Born into the soporific fifties, smug time of the world.

We had the questions.

The answers seemed obvious!

Our class and style, our music, our pop culture so clever,

Like no other.

They just want to be us.

But they can't!

We read all the books, we went to Vietnam.  We drove all the cars.  We sang all the songs.  We did the dances.  We looked into space.  We did businesses.  We built things.  We did boring jobs we hated to feed our children.  

I don't think we will come again.

As you know, I can't be serious for five minutes.  So there.  Love from p.