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
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