Boomers
What happened to the softer people of my youth, the ones weary of those elders, who were always sticking their heads in the sand. I believed in you as you pointed to the moon and told me it was closer than I could imagine. I was just a child when we met, but I knew then as I know better now, it’s the broken-hearted who really know how to love; the humbled travelers, how to move through this world tenderly, full of gratitude and compassion. Eventually the rock gives way to the wind and the rain. So come back people of my youth, the promises you made me have yet to come true.
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