304 No more Woodstocks

We’ll never see another Woodstock.
The 60s could never be now.
How could all these isolated I-pads
produce a Woodstock?
“I’s” have replaced
“We’s” in a world so frightened
that “alone” is sacred,
“My Space” trumps
“home” in a heart beat.

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About Ken Greenman

Married and Happy. Retired and busy. Living in NC. 71 and counting. December 12, 2025 and it's 77! ... I would love some written comments, critiques, adulation or kind suggestions.... If you have the time and or inclination, please feel free! Not in fear but by faith. We will see. See you later! If you ever want to talk for real, email me and I will send you my cell number.... I am enjoying this!
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