These folks were the epitomes of every her and him.
The men were all smooth-shaven with haircuts short and trim.
The ladies of the fifties had their pearls and curly hair,
and fancy little house dresses were what they chose to wear.
Their kids were the epitomes of reproductive joy
who could serve as patterns for the perfect girl or boy.
They came out cute and perfect, created just to please.
They never fought or cheated or brought home F’s or D’s.
How do I know that what I say is not stretching the truth?
How do I know these folks were all red-blooded, honest, couth;
and that every one of them maintained the stauts quo?
I know for I’m that perfect child in the very front row
who somehow by the sixties got somewhat out of step
and later by the seventies had misplaced all her “hep,”
did not become a hippie until nineteen eighty seven,
and will join the moral majority much too late to get to heaven.
I am not the epitome of any group you know.
I do not wear the clothes you wear or go where you may go.
Epitome’s a talent that I forgot to hone,
and ever since I’ve chosen a pattern all my own.
The daily prompt was “Epitome.” https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/epitome/
(These nice people were my parents and neighbors in the little town where I grew up and this poem is in no way meant to denigrate them. I’m sure they were all unique individuals, as well. It is the tendency of eras to turn into cliches that I am satirizing, not them.)
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 
Jack is missing ….
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He had already hit the road. I had to wait a good many more years to do so.
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Cheers, Judy !
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BTW: Your FEEDJIT Plugin to the right did NOT recognise me commenting from Zurich / Switzerland.
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That isn’t my Feedjit plugin anymore.. It seems to be stuck on the same view it had once in the past.. or is some generic feed. It hasn’t recorded my actual views for over a year and it is beyond my technical skills to fix it…So it just sits there recording anonymous views of some bygone era!
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My friend is going to try to get my Feedjit up and running, Beat Co. Thanks for instigating that. I’ve been missing it.
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R.I.P.
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And what an awesome pattern it is, too! Great poem!
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Nicely done summation of those days.
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You were very perfectly cute!
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