I WAS THINKING ABOUT THE 50'S

I was thinking about the 50’s last week.

Remembering color but seeing black and white

Not seeing color– just gray shades of matter

The 50’s look better than color and light

Slick, fast and young with free wheeling action

Fast passing rhythms at play as a youth

A hue of full passion– no fades or retractions

Physical action with an energy boost

Once as a man of twenty or thirty

With storied inaction and twisting baroque

Second thought meanings began to take root

The 50’s had faded along with my hope

I primed for transition for new focused tones

Styled a new message, presented new forms

I shaped a new present, new mindset and mission

Stepped-over resistance and create new norm

Views with perspective often exclude

The lines and directions of life’s long lot

Prospectively shading – not simply renaming

What you are now not what you were not

I was thinking about the 50’s - alone last week

Remembering color after years of want

Today is much better - not pale - not clever

Just nice colored pleasure not wondering whether

Life after life will have color or not