I loved those hippie women of the sixties and seventies,
wished I could have been with one.
I loved their free-spiritedness and their fashion sense.
I loved the song about the flower girl, imagined
how magical it would have been to meet one.
But because I wasn’t a hippie back then, though
kind of like a hippie in spirit, I never got to be with one.
Now as an old man with my memories of
those beautiful free-spirited, freewheeling hippie women,
I wish I could be with an old ex-hippie woman
to talk about things like higher consciousness, Eastern
Spirituality, the Age of Aquarius, and peace and love with.

Bob Boyd