Beads, long hair, bell bottoms
so colorful I glowed in the dark.
Rebellion at every turn,
searching for I knew not what.
All I knew was that I was not
my father, nor older brother.
I loved them for sure,
I was cut from a different cloth,
So my mother said. But I was
rushing too fast into the future,
To hear or understand their
warnings and comments.
Throw into the mix a recent
failed marriage, and alcohol and drugs.
I did it all, tried it all, but the only thing
I brought forward from those
Troubled days were a well-abused body
And my love for the music of the era.
Looking back I wonder how I survived?
However, here I am, feeling every bit
of those days.