The Generations

The Generations short poem

Photo by Erik Paladin

Sixties came and went,
As the seventies rolled in
I was born upon my mother’s breast
Last of four kids, I was the baby of the family

Seventies were filled of adventure, fun, and games
Learning new faces and names
I was soon off to school, to find my way
Not knowing, what I know today
That each connections would impact me

The seventies left, I was so innocent
The eighties were here, and I was not prepared
Crazy fashions, and ideas swarmed my head
Music was the best, parties with friends, was my fate
AIDS hit close to my friends’ home, as they buried many
Drug wars hit my streets, as I watched fellows fall

Sixties, seventies, eighties,
The generations of it all…
As I watch, another one fall,
Brother, sister, friend…does it really matter?
Fore, I was born upon my mother breast.

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+ JAnn is an award-winning poet. She has written poetry for all ages. Her poetry pertains mostly to love and life issues. She is in the process of writing her next poetry book and her memoir. She has experience in academic writing on all subjects which earn her great respect among her colleagues and professors.+ JAnn is a member of Double Decker Books where her books have been promoted successfully in the past by KayCee K. Wingfield. JAnn was voted poet of the year for 2015 & 2016 by Double Decker Books. JAnn has self-published several poetry books in her past that are now out of publications. Anyone who wishes to read her past work must contact her directly via Social Media.+ JAnn is a strong supporter and advocate in her spare time for Autism Awareness for her disabled son. She is a lover of the 80’s music scene and spends her time listening to random songs from her childhood while she writes. She is also a yogi. She finds comfort in meditating to release the anxiety and daily stress. She is a major coffee drinker and she believes the power of her pen and paper should not be tampered with.
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