Ever feel nostalgic?

Remember the 60's?

I think of the people, the places, and the things I miss

Of them, all my heart yearns most for cannabis.

 

The night was spent laughing until our ribs nearly split

And coughing and choking while saying “Good Shit!”

 

The music was so deep, so magical so intense

Sometimes it seemed like it even made sense.

 

Conversation was incredible as we passed the bong

Unfortunately, not much was remembered for long.

 

I remember well getting the munchies

Then devouring a week’s worth of groceries.

 

Red wine out of a goatskin bag I would sip

Profundity was exclaiming, “I’m hip, man I’m hip.”

 

Suggestions were accepted at the drop of a hat

I had only to reply, “I can really dig that!”

 

When it came time to find a new place in the sun

I would just stand by the road and waggle my thumb.

 

No need to worry about the Wicked Old Witch

There was always somebody willing to give me a hitch.

 

Fogerty had it right, at least where I lived,

There were always people happy to give.

 

The confusion of what was wrong and what was right

Was never too clear, just too far “out of sight.”

 

It was not hard to find a song that would move me

Making me scream to all “Wow, that’s groovy!”

 

I would dance, twirl, and perhaps even shout

“Man this is cool, I mean totally FAR OUT!”

 

You had to get up and jump to your feet

You knew what was coming; you were in for a treat

 

When the shout would go up, and louder it would repeat

“Come on, you ‘Funky Chicken Champ of the Far East!

 

Did the Funky Chicken from Hono to Taipei

Most people had the good sense to stay out of my way

 

There was Hendrix, Joplin, and even the Doors,

And I kept shouting, “Stop this evil WAR!”

 

Time and tide stand still for no one

And it seemed like it was over before it had begun.

 

My long hair and beard were to be no more,

I lost my innocence on the barber’s floor.

 

My fringed jacket and shirts all tie dyed

Were replaced by three piece suits and ties.

 

I did what I could in times that were critical

Before I moved to my corporate cubicle

 

Did I sell out to the American Dream?

Of a house in the burbs and a 40 inch TV?

 

I married a soccer Mom and became a Little League Dad

Was it a fair exchange?  Was it so bad?

 

The microbus was replaced by an SUV

Oh Lord in heaven what has happened to me?

 

 

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