"Leave It To Beaver" fathers, "June Cleaver" mothers
Black and white TV'S, big yellow school buses,
uniforms, crisp and clean; white blouses, patent leather shoes
rules never questioned; for fear of ruler slaps
Baby Boomers Babies, that was certainly me;
born to conservative, authoritative parents who taught me their golden rule
"Children are to be seen, but never heard".
My mouth was physically closed for me;
My mind stubbornly stayed opened
"I Have A Dream" rang true to my ears,
true to my heart; started a young passion.
Then, on my transitor radio,
January, 1964, I heard them say
"They Wanted To Hold My Hand"
and the course of my life was changed
forever..................
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