Boomers
Boomers
Bottle caps were currency
Pop sticks were our props
Maple seeds
Were whirly birds
Spinning like a top
Hopscotch drawn on
Down the streets
Jump ropes tied to reels
Double Dutch was fun to watch
Especially for the girls
Quarters pitched against a wall
Closest takes ‘em all
We played that game
With baseball cards
Some lost DiMaggio
We grew up fast
We learned the ropes
And mostly on our own
We’re called the Baby Boomers
We’re "like a rolling stone”
Bill MacEachern August 13, 2023
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