Age of Aquarius
yours truly was there
didn’t drop acid or trip out
on LSD or space out on drugs

never got to San Francisco
to meet the “gentle people there
with flowers in their hair”
but oh how I loved that song and still do

Woodstock, Haight-Ashbury
Jimi Hendricks, The Doors
California dreaming
peace and love
good vibes in the cosmic air

psychedelic music playing
in the background
free spirits everywhere
some freaking out
some finding themselves

loved the hopeful, Utopian visions
and the looks of the hippy women
never had one for a girlfriend
more’s the pity – maybe

loved the sixties vibe
but except for many
spiritual experiences
one with the
forever transformative
white light
bright like the sun,
and deep into Eastern Spirituality
I was mostly a straight arrow

didn’t curate the look, the beads
the freak flag (real long hair)

now the hippies are mostly gone
a few remnants still hanging on
hopelessly clinging
to the forsaken dream

neo hippies scattered here and there
but it’s just not the same
it seems superficial and unreal
the promise of peace and love
just isn’t there

the 60s Age of Aquarius has died out
Haight-Ashbury is no longer a hippie haven
and nobody’s California dreaming anymore.

Bob Boyd