Whatever happened to the good old days When Hippies danced, and children played Smelled the flowers in the morning light Lived and loved all through the night
Where is the music, songs, the free They bound us tight in security No more singing, no more dance We never really had a chance
What happened to that Hippie Glow? Her hair that blew like driven snow Snuffed out by church & religious creed By hypocrites, who judge not free
Who are these people of today? It’s not the children who once played But Hip Hop, Rap, Debauchery Why can’t you leave this Hippie be
I loved those days, those days of old Of peace and love and stories told For as a Hippie I was Free I’ll still be one at 93!
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Posted: May 2016
About this poem:
People spend all their lives trying to run away from who and what they are. Just to find in the end that what they were is WHO they are as a person! I am a 60's hippie not with the long hair like I once had, but in spirit! And the woman I seek for this last journey is a Free Spirit Hippie Chick! If I have to give a definition of what a chick is outside of the bird reference, you're not going to understand. I think that the word today is simplicity! If you understand that are lives regional and not overseas. Contact me! Paul 240-522-6793