68hippies Poem by Peak to Peek

When we were young
Both with long hair
Anti establishment
Free love in the air

Sharing a joint or two
Speaking sraight from the heart
I could not help but notice
Your eyes so blue

Long flowing hair
Flowers sat atop
You were beautiful
Older people spoke to me
Yours is a mop

We giggled and laughed
Holding hands skipping past the dandelion field
We turned and gave the peace sign
So surreal

Turning our heads
We caught a glimpse of one anothers eyes
Feverish idealism
Raced through our minds

My purple striped bell bottom pants
Walking through boston common
Hare krisna chants

The beads you wore on your neck
Glistened in the sun
Brightening my day
In the midst of societal disarray

Riding in the back seat of a chevy nova
Lennons imagine would play
Peaking at a side view of your face
Tranced I would stay

Remember stairway to heaven
High with lucy in the sky
I detested american pie

Older now
It is surreal
Often wondering where you are
Laying here again
In zuccotti park in the dark
I tweet
Protesting corporate greed

The past is present
Yet ever again
I need to see you
I can't believe my eyes
Its you in a three piece suit
In a wall street high rise