Ok Boomer - the Now Infamous Put Down

A badge of great honor We wear it with pride, They say it’s an insult But we’ll let that one slide. A boomer’s a doer A person with Pep, Marching alone To their own special step. The children of Giants Who lived through a war Instilling in us The passion to soar. They call us great bores Whose opinions don’t count, Incongruous has-beens Our words they discount. Little they know It’s a wheel that does turn, With each generation Another to spurn. Suffice it to add We’re fine in our skin, Whatever is said They’ll still be our kin. Millennials are brash They message and tweet, But most just innocuous, In-fact rather sweet. They look at their parents The way we did ours, With fresh consternation Like brief summer showers. When all’s said and done For boomers like us, There’s nothing more pleasing Than life without fuss.