The Summer of Sixty Five
The summer of nineteen hundred and sixty five
when youth was fresh and newly alive
fighting the political establishment
embracing and freely loving where we went.
Who were we back then
searching to make and mark our lives
discovering who we were and where we'd been
and loving everyone as friends contrived.
What were we thinking at eighteen
well in sight and on the scene
of making change to history
and the futures of our self created destiny?
We thought we knew it all with our goals
the drugs, the sex, the rock and roll,
with change teetering on the distant horizon
with God dead and free to soar without religion.
Life moved so quick almost uncontrolled
and we no longer did as we were told,
the change was coming down the road
and sadly now we know -
nothing was to ever be the same again.
Copyright © DM Babbit | Year Posted 2016
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