Slippage

At the start of the 1950s, a baby boomer I could say Mama, Dada, And I could walk, like a china doll Elizabeth was crowned queen Elvis was King Everest was conquered Hula Hoops were the rage Rationing was fading into the past In the 1960s, I was coming into my own Slippage, I was unvirgined The Beatles were more popular than Jesus Neil Armstrong walked on the moon Barbie was paired with Ken J.F.Kennedy bled out on his wife's lap Martin Luther King had a dream And Napalm scorched Vietnam The Sixties swung for some. I lay in a typhoid ward Learned failure, disappointments In Star Trek, a kiss caused uproar White on Black The Cold War chilled the decade The Iron Lady dominated the 70s A desperate time of strikes A wedded wife, I increased the birth statistics Slippage. My hour glass figure changed to apple In the 80s, a fairy-tale princess Married her Prince Charming, In love, (whatever love might be) Aids stalked the world, a population thinner The Berlin Wall came down Tiananmen Square ran red Salman Rushdie was targeted by a fatwah I consciously uncoupled myself from marriage The 90s saw genocide in Bosnia Mad Cow disease A sheep was cloned Bill Clinton soiled his nest Slippage…more wars, another clutch of wrinkles Then came the millennium, with a media fanfare The Twin Towers fell A huge tsunami ravaged suffering Asia Now, we live in interesting times Brexit, Syria, global warming, drones Ebola, cyber hacking, droughts Huge population shifts, the clash of cultures One son buried before me, in his prime Slippage. Like an inexorable slag heap The end game everyone plays slips further down