Flower child, do you remember?
It was a season of revolution
Of rebellion
Of love and peace
Of fighting for the less fortunate
For fairer deals,
Locally and around the globe
Of sit-ins and marijuana
Of the generation gap
Or so they called it
What did you want, flower child?
Did you hope to change the world
And did you change it?
Aw, flower child
You live on
You have grandchildren now
And, perhaps, great grandchildren
Do you remember
How you tested the waters?
How you marched against war
And persecution?
Against segregation, and bigotry?
Did the world listen? Did it?
And does it even matter?
As long as the change you sought
Was realized
Deep within you
Aw, flower child
Bloom on
A nostalgic poem.
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Yes, sometimes I drown in reminiscences
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Don’t we all, more so as we grow older.
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Absolutely, and that’s fine as long as we move back into the present 🙂
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Yes, that is so necessary. 😜
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Lovely
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Thank you, Ruth
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So impacting. Life itself is a lesson.
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It certainly is. thanks for reading 🙂
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You are welcome Carol.
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….and, with more lessons.
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As long as we live and breathe life keeps giving us lessons…
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MAGIC CAROL, I CAN SMELL THE ATMOSPHERE, CHINA
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Thanks China
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Reblogged this on LIVING THE DREAM.
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Much appreciation for your ongoing support – thanks again
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Love this! I remember when…
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It was definitely a time of great change and continues to be.
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