Hippie Me By Paul David Powers

Whatever happened to the good old days
When Hippies danced, and children played
Smelled the flowers in the morning light
Lived and loved all through the night

Where is the music, songs, the free
They bound us tight in security
No more singing, no more dance
We never really had a chance

What happened to that Hippie Glow?
Her hair that blew like driven snow
Snuffed out by church & religious creed
By hypocrites, who judge not free

Who are these people of today?
It’s not the children who once played
But Hip Hop, Rap, Debachery
Why can’t you leave this Hippie be

I loved those days, those days of old
Of peace and love and stories told
For as a Hippie I was Free
I’ll still be one at 93!

I hear your pain and raise you five! ...Nice job Paul...Hope one of the moderators moves this to the poetry section so more can enjoy it!!

Welcome aboard!!

Hi Paul... welcome to the writers forum... love them old hippies... one was me... how life changes us in a glance, we forget how to love and no more dance... what made us think we ever had a chance? And now that we're over the hill we're still looking for that same romance... Do we yet have a chance, Paul, do we???

Love your poem... makes me feel free even if only in my memory...

Nicely put, and welcome on board :) No point in being too concerned about what others are, as long as you look after yourself, then you're pretty much set, really. There must be a hippie commmunity around. Where that is I'm not sure exactly.

We turned into the establishment to survive.


But still a hippie at heart.

Welcome Paul . . . nice poem. I really like it