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The Baby Boomers Of Paradise

The Baby Boomers Of Paradise

A Poem by Alan S Jeeves

I thought it appropriate to scratch this piece out in free

Those were the days my friend, how blessed we were
Although, in past quandam days, knew it not.
Home to us was warm and dry, sound and safe.

Not called on to fight, we had years to play,
Free of conscripted combat ~ with time to kill;
Time to learn, time to listen, time to speak.

Clothes were brightly colourful and charming,
Hair long and flowing ~ blowin' in the wind.
Money no object ~ or so it would seem.

The world appeared to be as a fairground,
A hall of mirrors in which to reflect;
The tunnel of love was always with us.

We played our music and we rocked-'n'-rolled
Our hearts evoked by transistors not sense;
Twisting the night away, far away, lost.

We thought those days, my friend, would never end,
Timeless days of golden spring and summer.
There were no clouds to keep secret the skies.

Yet time moves on and takes its undue toll.
Some of us are carried off with the tide,
Others remain stranded on the surf's shore.

"How lucky to be here!"  I often muse
For now I know a generation raised
Was never conceived to grow up at all.

© 2022 Alan S Jeeves

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I'm one of that generation, growing up in the sixties. We took it for granted at the time. You references to the music brings it all back. A touch of sadness at the end with the reality that time has passed.
Well done Alan for stirring some memories.
All the best from another Alan

Posted 2 Months Ago

Alan S Jeeves

2 Months Ago

Hello Alan, thanks for the read and review. Yes we took things for granted back then (I guess that w.. read more
The sixties was a special time. How content was I to be a teen in the sixties. Phenomenal music, new found freedom and all that loving in far more than a spoonful. I like your reference here to Mary Hopkin as well. Those WERE the days. You took me on a nostalgic train ride Alan and I was in seventh heaven. Thank you for that. A wonderful memorable journey every time I return. My hair may have silvered, but my memory is golden. Lovely free verse descriptive write. Good morning.


Posted 2 Months Ago

Alan S Jeeves

2 Months Ago

How good it is, Chris, to learn that you found an affinity with my 'Baby Boomers' poem. I wrote it i.. read more
Chris Shaw

2 Months Ago

What an interesting and lovely life you have led Alan and thanks for the hair dye smile :) Enjoy the.. read more

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Added on July 16, 2022
Last Updated on July 16, 2022
Tags: baby boomers, 1960's, rock-'n'-roll, lucky


Alan S Jeeves
Alan S Jeeves

West Yorkshire, United Kingdom

I live among the Pennine Hills near Holmfirth, West Yorkshire, England. I was, though, born in Nelson, Lancashire., England. My days are spent writing, arranging and playing music - and also writing .. more..