We were so much younger then
in the epoch of neon and leotards.
Of the Breakfast Club,
Back to the Future
and Top Gun.
That sordid past,
filled with ambiguous teen-age feelings,
when only glue – barely – held our young hearts together.
We could find ninety-nine reasons
why no one could possibly understand us
(least of all the adults)
and we knew best!
Yes, we were the crest
– the pinnacle – of creation,
of the decade,
with vinyl albums
(soon to turn CD)
blasting music that would take over the world.
All caution thrown to the wind,
responsibility out the window,
but seeing our young reflections
as true and clear
in the beveled mirror’s fun house glass.
Could we have known?
Our decade of glory,
the decade of cocaine,
and big hair,
would be nothing but
a stuttering memory
in history’s eternal database?
That a bale of turtles, dressed as ninjas
– the heroes of our time –
would soon be nothing
but a footnote steeped in nostalgia?
That we would soon be
the ones that don’t understand?
The ones who should leave the world
to the young ones?
Dinosaurs, medieval, ancient.
I probably could have gotten the word ‘hymen’ in there as well if I’d really made this personal, but thought it unnecessary. This is for Mindlovemisery’s Menagerie and their Wordle #55 where we are given 12 words and told to use at least ten of them. I managed eleven (marked in red). Right now I really do feel ancient too… It may still also be my entry into NaPoWriMo 2015 and Day 6, unless some more enticing prompt shows up once the Americans have woken up.