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

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