We weren't like the others
We walked apart, dropped out
Wore our hair long
Cotton Madras and batik
Beads and pewter symbols
of Peace and Love.
We were quiet
Tolerant of those who would turn from us
Trying to find the answers
The secrets of life's plan
We sat on the grass at lunchtime
A curiosity to others.
Labeled and chastised
Categorized and carefully observed
We were suspect.
And we did no damage
And we did no harm
But they were afraid of us.
And they worried because we didn't play
Football and Track,
The violin or Jesus Saves;
We played life, and love,
Blind Faith, Jimmy Page and the Dead;
We played Peace, and Kindness and Wisdom.
And when we worried, it was for the Earth's
And when we spoke, it was in defense of
And when we protested, it was considered
adversity and trouble
And we were prosecuted without a trial.
Thirty minutes, thirty years
seem almost the same
Except now there are encumbrances -
and seventeen pieces of matched luggage
Overfull with material things.
We've graced the barber's floor
and lined the banker's drawer
We've driven the best and most elite
Learned to make fast lane changes
And to pay the CPA
And the PTA;
We joined the cynics and the Right
Watched the sun set on our ideals, sold out
Traded our dreams for things we can touch
Without incurring a sideways look-
Forgotten which way is up
And which is down.
We've categorized and grown oh so responsible;
Created the nuclear family
Dressed the bird in our own kitchen
Complained about the State Of Things
Opted for permanent press and suburbia
And shaken our heads at the Past.
Although we often think we will
We donít have time sit on the grass
At lunchtime or otherwise;
And I wonder if
we ever will