Memoirs of A Tie Dye Shirt
By Cope
I hang here, Loosely on this hippies body. Now old and worn. And yet still I cannot forget, I mustn’t forget where I have been. Those hazy nights, The greenness of youth. Seems as if it were yesterday. My fresh design delicately applied. We have seen many days, My friend and I. We have hung with Jimmy, Under a purple haze. Walked in the altitude of the Rockies, With Earth’s brother John. I hang under this grizzled beard. Happily shaded for many years. Peace, love, and happiness, Those years of enlightenment. Who could forget Vietnam, Our brothers lost forever. Yet what came from it all, The nights of soaring through the clouds, Days of sinking in misery, Colorful confusion and forests of magic, Sleepless nights, Spent far out in the universe. The happiness and love, Touched upon us all. Now my years are gone, Hopefully not forgotten. For as my colors fade, My canopy of fur begins to gray, So does the soul of the flower child, Yet the memories go on due to, The tie-dye Shirt. Written January 27th, 2002 © on Jan 26 2002 07:48 PM PST 0 • 14
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