where the writers are
Middle-Aged at the Millennium (Apologies to T.S. Eliot)

I have no plan of action, only memory...

Grew up in the sixties when we thought we knew
Exactly how to change the world, all we had to do:

Organize the masses, hold teach-ins at school,
Pressure our officials, sign an early truce,

Love one another, be spontaneous,
Lose bourgeois hang-ups, be impetuous...

The times, at times, were too tumultuous—
We were, at times, their tool.