'60s Child

When I was a boy,
Just 8 years of age,
I saw - cities burning,
I saw - fires raging,
In the hearts of men.

When I was a boy,
Just 8 years of age,
I heard - Mothers crying,
I heard - leaders lying,
About Vietnam.

And my Mother cried,
Kennedy had died,
In some city called Dallas,
Far - far away
When I was a boy,
Just 8 years of age.

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Andrea Dietrich

November 14, 2011 at 10:38 PM

Hey, GUESS WHAT? I was 8 years old too!! But I did not see the cities burning. I take it you saw the civil unrest in your part of the world? It's interesting to me how you see yourself as a 60's child. I was a child too in the 60's but I was not affected by all the things happening,like the changes in civil rights,etc. I had to grow up and read about it in history. It was not to evident in my community! Good one, rueben.

Ruben Ramos

November 15, 2011 at 4:58 AM

Andrea, Looking at the images on the news growing up then made a very definite impression upon my young mind. It seemed to be a daily occurrence most of that decade. Thanks for your comments. Ruben

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