Where Have You Gone Joe DiMaggio?
Someone once said
A loaf of bread cost a quarter
Each generation’s music
will mark its time and slowly fade
Young pop stars and young actors
Becomes old pop stars and old actors
Wrinkled, gray, fading glory, lost curtain calls
Speak with fondness of the era that becomes bygone
Foresight is never bestowed on youth
Live in the moment with foolish pride
Learn that wisdom comes with age
Never fear the coming tide
Of uncertainty, of insecurity
Of misogyny, of predictability
Of infertility, of opportunity
Of gullibility, of masculinity
Of gravity, of culpability
Of domesticity, of eventuality
Of possibility, of equanimity
Of negativity, of celebrity
Of minority, of liability
Of immunity, of humanity
Of morality, of impartiality
Of heredity, of equality
Of fidelity, of eternity
Of banality, of audacity
Of atrocity, of vulgarity
Of stability, of viability
Of sexuality, of profanity
Of stupidity, of maternity
Of spirituality, of hostility
Of mendacity, of integrity
Of disparity, of authority
Of duplicity, of community
Of brutality, of absurdity
Of fraternity, of generosity
Of immaturity, of serendipity
Of immortality, of femininity
Of pity, of clarity
Where have you gone Joe DiMaggio
A generation consumed with that passage
Looking backwards to pause time
Never being able to reset the moment