One For Boomer

ONE FOR BOOMER Receding hairline, failing vision, Hair now turning grey, An aging boomer in final protest, Father Time his cause this day. He donned his headband, his tie-dyed jeans, His scorched draft card from protests past, Then set out for one last battle-- To find his youth That had quietly passed. But he found no placards, no lively speeches, No angry taunts and shouts; No pretty girls wearing mini skirts, Passing flowers all about. All he found was a new America, And more freedom across this land; He found a kid demanding equality for women, And also his fellow man. He found Martin, Chavez, and Malcolm, Standing by his side; He found Thomas Jefferson And all his forefathers Beaming down with pride; He found minority children across this land Whose reach now exceed their grasp; He found Jim Crow angrily cursing him, As he took his final gasp. He found pride as an aging boomer, More hero, than common man; He found a quirky old fart embraced by history, For having the courage to take a stand. Eric Wattree Stay on top of what's going on around you. From Hip Hop to world and national news--stay informed about those things that impact both the Black community and the entire world, as interpreted by Dr. Boyce Watkins and some of the nation's top Black writers. Stay in touch with Your Black World www.yourblackworld.com/. It's our piece of the net.