The Class of ’65 I never dared be radical when young For fear it would make me conservative when old.                             —R. Frost In the end we lived lives not unlike our parents Brought children into a world we held at arms-length. Drifted from job to job avoiding the sedentary, Or climbed the career ladder, rickety with uncertainty. Hung portraits of our parents above the hearth And wondered what would happen to our side of earth. Extolled the virtues of hard work And thrift and for what it was worth Disdained anything not commensurate with The radical ideals of our…