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Robert J. Lindley, 9-15-2017

Note : Born in the fifties, wild child in the sixties, once lived a young life to its full measure. Despite many regrets, there are so many memories that I now do so deeply treasure..
Even painful memories, now oft bring some smiles
--for in that sad and much needed lesson--
I learned to walk upright and not too loudly bemoan, all those long hard miles!

Well, here it is. I have been toying with the idea to write this for about two weeks now.
Finally sat down this morn and banged it out.
Truth is, I lived like a wild rampaging mustang once and make no bones about it.
I've never claimed to be a saint and never will. I was crazy for the pretty ladies once and saw no reason not to let them know.
In that, I soon found that a great many of them(many quite wild themselves) liked the honesty and the bold wildness.
Here it is, with just one read over after finishing-- no edits made...


 

Once A Wild Child Of The Exploding Sixties We were young, waiting universe lay ahead too foolish to see danger or feel dread. What of Love? It was hungry and all around no need to ask life questions too profound! Coming from famine, love's gold was our greed we were starved stragglers in desperate need. When we gambled and lost, love turned sour we found dark little taverns in which to cower! Such was life, in past days of our hippie youth we just wanted to live fast, to hell with the truth. Consequences, another word we furiously cursed sadly they came, their bitter milk we nursed! Life was glorious that summer of sixty-nine days gifts, turned to night's wonders so fine. No worries, Piper need not ever be paid we kings of this world, thought we had it made! Future promised, tons and tons of the same we were ignorant of Fate's cruelest game. Time was abundant gift that we gladly wasted life was meant to be lived, loved and tasted! Then Father Time, stepped up to ring our bell life went from bliss into a living hell. Bills sent, we were forced to pay heavy dues walk over red-hot coals without any shoes! Nights soon found morns coming with such aches found we were not steel but glass that now breaks! Yet through it all, some sweet memories are gold although quite foolish we were also brave and bold! What can one say that has not truly danced felt fantastic bliss of being deeply romanced? Truth may show bad yet in our youthful pride WE THAT LIVED HARD AND FAST, WANT ANOTHER RIDE! Robert J. Lindley, 9-15-2017

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Date: 9/21/2017 3:22:00 PM
What a wonderful reflection of that amazing historic time! This awesome piece just brings it all back to life! Beautifully articulated - it's all about peace, love, flowers and happiness, my friend! Hugs. Pandita
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Date: 9/17/2017 12:06:00 AM
What a fantastic read Robert, I did not live the life of the sixties but it sounds like fun, and many a great artist came from those times. You captured it all so well in this wonderful tribute, thanks for sharing this bit of nostalgia.... Maria xxx
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Date: 9/15/2017 8:16:00 PM
Lovely poetic and heart-felt reverie Robert. A wonderful poem with great rhyme and imagery! An enjoyable read for me this evening.
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Date: 9/15/2017 2:47:00 PM
This is an awesome poem my friend. I was not born in the 60s, but I can imagine how wild they could have been.. Some remain wild forever.. some become tame..
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Date: 9/15/2017 2:08:00 PM
What a fine job you did of taking us along your first ride. Those were most unusual days.
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