Boomers Poem by Merle Steinmann

Had a good friend with this nickname
We were young then
Now it's a put-down
Old

I'm really not a Boomer
To old for that
Born during 'The War'
Maybe I'm a Banger

Boomers did a lot of things
They weren't all good
There are reminders

Singly, I am responsible
Collectively, partially
Maybe not

Parents gave us a chance
They let us walk on the moon
Still don't know why
Guess it's there

Still lots to do
Wish they'd let me do it

Want to work with my hands
Feel with my heart
Write with the computer
(You thought I was gonna' say pen)

Play Rock 'n Roll
Live by the sea