I am proud of my generation.
I came from a past that must only be seen
in its black and white.
Current bright colors cannot even approach
warmth of a singular and peculiar bygone era.
Just we who lived and loved in it are enough
and qualified witnesses to so amazing a past.
Days running smoothly, with fewer choices,
as only black phones and only white fridges.
along dear black and white films and photos.
Moreover, time to encounter lasting friends,
that endure life disillusions, jointly reaching,
so many years ahead,
to colorful and unsettled contemporaneous days.
Published in Spirit Fire Review, February 2018 issue.