The Hippie

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.

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