What The Rock And Roll Generation Wants To Know... Poem by Debora Short

AS young girls we sang out with spirit
And cheer, Make New Friends and keep the old

And we did, we fell in love with John and Paul
Some turned on, and dropped out- peace man!

All was gold, bright, we changed a culture
NOW, we are directed to a lower level

Three, stepping off an elevator,
A warm inviting waiting room appears

And, a huge signs reads Nuclear Medicine

We nervously glance about that room, and
Tell ourselves that we are not one of them

(The silver-ed ones) , we looked into that
Mirror this morn, we only recall young

Hearts, fresh unlined faces infused and,
Strengthened with youthful idealism

There were no challenged hearts or turkey
Necks, yet all seated in that nearly

Holy room, as if they were waiting
For God, dignity intact and dressed

In the uniform of our generation,
(Under-stated blue jeans, sensible clogs,

And wire- framed glasses) wondered if…
We could make friends with silver and gold


(August 23, 2011)