With Whom Will I Stay Young?: A Poem
With whom will I stay agile and young
once that all my baby-boomers are gone
maybe with crooners' songs now rarely sung
and with blurred memories of a life's sweet dawn.
Those still alive refuse to inspire
pissed-off at life and in a poor health
having done their best for youth to expire
and missing the most their not attained wealth.
And yet young at heart can be seen here and there
honoring youth with no mention of expiry date
they are still around even though so rare
awakening to life, although if too late.
Some talk of their heroics with a shameless boast
others are pretending to be savvy and smart
even if looking like their father's ghost
well, what to expect from old fart.
Dean, Perry, and Elvis, what can I really say
you are stuck with a bunch of sour puss geezers
some of them still eager to laugh, and dance, and play
and most of them still looking fresh as if taken out of freezers.