The Late Bloomer Baby Boomer - 5 Poem by Richard Wlodarski

The Late Bloomer Baby Boomer - 5

Innocence lost I rebel with and without causes
The spirit of James Dean forever my shadow
Grading nine aging fourteen I stumble into ghastly hell
Where living corpses walk the halls of death
And every corner a trap in the test of life
Psychedelic drugs running high
Amok in rock n roll high school
Sex has been reinvented now
In the shadow of true boredom
Brothers in arms in Vietnam
Killing for something called freedom
Ensuring that we live again


Days turn into weeks...
And weeks into months...
And months into years...

Richard Wlodarski (c) 2026