He is a baby boomer, his
big hair is gone-
but his
Waist is bigger-
Baby boomer, he hear
His music
fading into the distance-

Baby boomer, he sees
the lines
That road-map his face
become deeper and
More visible-

Baby boomer, he realizes
that youth is
Only a morning flower

he looks at himself in the mirror
and is amused at what he sees

The beautiful flower of youth
is not just faded
It is now gone!