Once a Wild Child of the Exploding Sixties
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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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