Life By the Decades

I sometimes think, I lived my life with blinders on, wrapped up and self absorbed, so full of me. I must have been oblivious to my surroundings, I recall things vague and unclear like a bystander, hearing but not really listening, seeing but not believing, living held back and restrained. The fifties sing out with radio then television, cowboys and Elvis, I was on the sidelines watching the parades pass by proper and demure\ filled with etiquette and grace; The sixties were going beyond the age of reason, the age of being unrestrained, growing up free, vocal and out spoken dancing, partying, loving, fighting, protesting, dying. The seventies are vague clouded images finding me, myself and I, who was I going to really be; a clerk, a teacher, a scientist, an undecided of what direction to take. Somehow, over time, it all fell in place, by accident or chance by destiny or luck. The eighties and the nineties limped by almost unnoticed. The millennium crept in suddenly here. So now what?