The twenty-year-old crowd was proud of their youth, as though it were something they had achieved.
The thirties tried to be the twenties with a passion for hydration.
The forties steeped in responsibility were secretly jealous of the freedom of the youngsters.
The fifties group despised the youth, for taking all the jobs.
The sixties crowd was dismayed to see the youthful folly spread across the nation.
The seventies were just at ease, their future in the equation.
And the eighty-year-old woman wants to be called a girl.
Where, oh where, is society headed with our heralding of the youth?
Purple Pennies 