Got to admit
Three generations
Have snuck by
Since my teens
Great crisis then also
Times never change
Just whose telling the story
Vietnam and ‘The Man’
Were the main issues
Apparel and appearance
Were the personal manifestations
Of the changes occurring
Long hair, beards
Bra less
Communes
Protests, sit downs
Confrontations daily
Lest my memory fails me entirely
This generation has obtained a
PhD degree in tattoos
Had noticed a few
But a visit to the pool
Revealed a whole panorama
Of style, color, size and purpose
Political sayings, dedications
Warnings, flowers, birds
Some just minuscule
Hardly able to be seen
Others as if a coat over one’s whole back
Even others in places
An old man should not have noticed!
Ah a new generation of artists
Alleluia!
FXC July 7/21/19
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Ah, Frank you are still alive and participating in life to the max….and obviously not blind. The human body has, in this culture become the canvas of artistic expression. We can celebrate the fact the the art is so public and accessable….no admission fee to these galleries of glory. And, oh what subject matter will be next.
Thanks Steve. Yes, refined observations will often bring a smile.