Born in the 1950s

1950s was a great time for new inventions and fantastic emerging of the modern day lifestyle, it was a time of zeal and discovery

In the dark cool shade of beautiful nostalgic memory, 
Stretched pixels images of life back into the saintly fifties, 
brightly lit colors spinning serene on the mirrored sky, 
put the golden glow of heavenly halo twinkled in the trees.

Born in 1950s among ruins and magic fortunes unknown, 
Tinted times flow with many streams into new community, 
struggling lives gather pace as tainted leaves spiral down, 
Colors green turning gold, and brown shape burned slowly.

Men choosing wives; women choosing fashion in the movies,
morals in flames ablaze and felicity stain the virtuous terrain, 
The President and sublime Queen sailed the magnificent seas, 
Building bridges for society to cross  examine the era of reign.

Among comic books, civil movements and cartoon characters,
Real value for money in suburban houses conflicting stooges, 
Early fruits of prosperity, era of reading strips in newspapers, 
Radio told great stories when families could not see the movies.

Summer of the fifties fall hard like falling rain to the ground,
fearful poignant plays brought hazy nights and dutiful ways, 
Romance gathered in courting confines with innocent sound, 
Gentle conduct formed the benign bedrock of sporting days.

We terrific humans began our adventure to make friends, 
to create character and defend honor by courage and passion, 
Higher enfolding desire ignited a fire on traditional realms, 
the fleeting cultural banner open large the gates of freedom.

New innovations were hidden in shadows of adored fragrance, 
and renaissances nectar linger hungrily in fantasies of our mind, 
between the firm ground and edgy myth of divine providence, 
Wisdom perused peace drifted into the good of all mankind.

Those of that far generation ebb away into another spirit realm, 
life looked bleak but mysterious bliss laid repose in the weak, 
Teenagers alert senses were not dull or mulled with wild scream, 
cutting the air mortal children sleep deep beneath the creak.

I think of those who were born in the fifties of small statue,
Take giant places in our history and become a national force, 
when old world shrunk into new mobile uplifting literature,
Among society in 1950s we innocent children had no choice.