Hippie Me By Paul David Powers

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

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