To be young now

There are times when I thank God I grew up in the 2000’s. There is so much happening.

To be young now

I won’t with modesty say I’m not a spectator

In the stadium of passing, changing times.

I’ve seen risen and fallen powers, personalities,

regimes and even the White House become

 as dark as Belgium’s bitter-sweet delicacy.

To be young now time warps me

back to the days of Spring ’68,

to a world under the strain

of social defiance and change.

To be young now…

now…

now…

now…

Sounds as stirring as Dylan’s protest song:

‘‘The times they are a-changin’…’’

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