Genre '69........... Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

Where are The Beatles?

Where are The Doors?

Where is Tim Leary?

Out hunting orbs?

Questions to analyze,

Answers be realized;

'Nam was just conflict

Like Hendrix a Pontiff.


We were young, we were bright,

Though shy of good acumen,

A tad short on foresight,

Yet, fearless to all Ends'.


So, where have we gone?

Some are basking in the Sun,

Some have sadly passed on;

And Me? A lucky one.