The Hippy Boy

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We stopped in the

whispy city,

the hippy boy and me.

We thought of the

good times and bad,

and encouraged our minds

to be free.

 

We came upon a drifter

a dirty old man and

his wife.

We never felt the distance,

and imagined their life

without strife.

 

But where can we be

today

alone in our world

side by side.

We thought about

loving good times,

so great, and yet

 we cried.

 

Reenter the crispy-

like city,

snow covered,

serene & oblique.

We wandered around

with no purpose,

an oasis that just

sprung a leak.

 

And who never fought

the war,

the angular, meaningless

scourge.

We found all the cities

amuck,

yet all we could say

was good luck.

 

So who never sang

the song,

that glorious, soulful

olio.

Just me and that young

hippy boy,

While nobody else

really cared.

 

While nobody else

sang for joy.

 

 

 

 

Author's Note

written: January 7, 2001
photo: Chesapeake Bay Blues Festival: May 16-17 2009

Reviews

[?]

Now thats a nice one, love that photo.
I never experienced those hippy days, sometimes I wish I had been born just a wee bit earlier so I could have. Hippy days, so care free.
This was a great piece Allen enjoyed the read and the photo

[Kim]

Such a powerful read here.