A Lost Generation Poem by Boston Kelley

A new generation is born
and the world rejoices.
New descendants do they so
wholeheartedly welcome,
eager for humanity's new direction.
Yet, their hope is placed in
a lost generation that does
not offer hope for the world.
An irresponsible, reckless race do
they view with such delight,
unaware of its dangerous flaws.
Find one righteous member of that race
if you endeavor to do so and you will fail.
Seek out a noble young man or graceful
young woman and be met with utter
disappointment.
Humanity stands still as this generation
roams the earth; they desire to move
forward, yet are held back.
A simpler time we must be reminded of;
a time of advancement must take place.
Let us soar to the stars and grow beyond
ourselves lest we remain as primitive
as the wild beasts.