I am proud of the youth of my generation.
I came from a past that only must be seen
in its black and white.
Current bright colors cannot even approach
warmth of singular and peculiar bygone era.
Just we who lived and loved in it are enough
and qualified witnesses to so amazing a past.
Time of the candid, simple and naive living,
with fewer choices, as only black telephones
and only white fridges.
Moreover, time to encounter enduring lovers,
that endure life’s disillusions, jointly reaching,
so many years ahead,
these colorful unsettled contemporaneous days.
Published in Whispers, April 29, 2016.
Published in The Basil O’Flaherty, July 2016 issue.