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