Finding old friends in the obits,
everybody in my generation
is dying these countdown days.
Death is having a field day
with my aging out generation.
Back in the sixties we rocked,
seemed like we’d live forever.
Now many of us are corpses
No longer forever young.
Some were ecstatic hippies
in the peace and love sixties.
Now they’re flower children
with the flowers in the ground.
It used to be only old people
died en masse all the time.
Now my generation is them
and Death is taking us out.
Bob Boyd