Last Generation

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    Last Generation


     

    We are the children,

    The last generation.

    You’d be surprised what we’ll do

    Just to cause a sensation.

    It’s hard to believe

    This generation will last.

    Life in this lane

    Is moving much to fast.

    We’re all growing older,

    And moving away.

    Our memories of youth

    Are beginning to fray.

    We’re all laughing,

    But we’re much too loud.

    And all our hopes and our dreams

    Are getting lost in the crowd.

    We’re calling out a name,

    We’re not really sure who’s

    We don’t care if we win,

    But we’ll die if we lose.

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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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