The Good Old Days
Words of gloom!
Dark skies!
Imminent doom!
A backdrop of lies.
Were we just “Blowin’ in the Wind”?
Was there no one to care?
No one to share?
Were troubles to deep
To give in to sleep?
We “puffed the Magic Dragon”.
We sang folk songs together
And flashed signs of peace,
Flower power and Woodstock!- Our era would not cease!
For “This Land was Our Land”.
We took birth control pills,
Burned draft cards and bras.
Saw J.F.K. murdered
And marched for “the cause”.
We boarded the “Peace Train”.
We went with the flow,
And did our own thing.
If it felt good, we did it.
We climbed in the ring.
We were “Hooked on a Feeling”.
Incense, hippies,
Coffee house, pads,
Lava lamps, beads,
Bell bottoms, fads.
And we were “Feelin’ Groovy.”
Indeed, “Those Were The Good Old Days.”