what happened to the protests?
and the long haired hippie freaks?
they are all way over 60
soooooo burned out, gives me the creeps
and what happened to that spirit?
that Spirit in the Sky?
what has happened to my world...
that I sometimes wish to die?
and remember how we thought someday
we might even change this place?
we felt that our message
would save the human race
we had concerns about ecology
and our animals and forests
now we drive cars ever bigger
and our parking lots are growing
and what have we all turned into...
or am I the only one?
once ideals were so important
now it's comfort, all we want
a vacation by the seaside
and a big fat S.U.V.
laptop/cell-phone/digi-cam
90 inch color T.V
and to think there was a time
when guitars a song and wine
could make us happy all night long
and make us dream of better times
now we have all that we wish
a big fat house, and a fancy dish
how long a go it seems today
when peace and love were everyday
I love this poem. i always said i should have been born on the 60' or 70's. it reminds me of all that stuff