A Dead Head

I’m still a hippie tie dye through Rose colored glasses tint my view Flower power is what I talk But I've lost my skip so slowly I walk Sure, my bus died long ago The one that took me from show to show Across the land I followed the Dead Grateful for how and what they said Like the bus the bellbottoms are gone And now the weed just fills the lawn Of course, I listen to their songs everyday And yes, I have a touch of gray