Nobody seems to know who wrote this, and even though we both agree it’s kind of sad, I thank Rick for passing it along.
Even those who aren’t ‘baby boomers’ will agree, it gives us something to think about:
“Long ago and far away in a land that time forgot,
Before the days of Dylan or the dawn of Camelot,
There lived a race of innocents and they were you and me.
For Ike was in the White House in the land where we were born,
Where navels were for oranges and ‘Peyton Place’ was porn.
We longed for love and romance and waited for our prince
Eddie Fisher married Liz, and no one’s seen him since.
We danced to “Little Darlin’ “and sang to “Stagger Lee”
And cried for Buddy Holly in the land that made me, me.
We fell for Frankie Avalon, Annette was oh, so nice
And when they made a movie, they never made it twice.
Miss Kitty had a heart of gold and Chester had a limp
And Tarzan was a loner whose co-star was a chimp.
We had our share of heroes; we thought they’d never go
At least not Bobby Darin, or Marilyn Monroe.
For youth was still eternal, and life was yet to be
And Elvis lived forever in the land that made me, me.
We’d never seen a rock band that was Grateful to be Dead
Aeroplanes were not named Jefferson and Zeppelins were not led.
We’d never heard of microwaves or telephones in cars
And babies might be bottle-fed, but they were not grown in jars.
We hadn’t seen enough of jets to talk about the lag
And microchips were what was left at the bottom of the bag.
And hardware was a box of nails and bytes came from a flea
And rocket ships were fiction in the land that made me, me.
But all things have a season, or so we’ve heard them say
And now instead of Maybelline, we swear by Retin-A.
They send us invitations to join AARP
We’ve come a long way, Baby, from the land that made me, me.
So now we face a brave new world in slightly larger jeans
And wonder why they’re using smaller print in magazines
And we’ll tell our children’s children the way it used to be
Long ago and far away in the land that made me, me.