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…
Sounds as stirring as Dylan’s protest song:
‘‘The times they are a-changin’…’’