To the American Grey Hairs:
The real young ones see you as the Grandmas
naive they are, they don't see your claws
Cats you were, in fact lovely kittens
I know your past peace/love past
back when you were smitten
I see you as young wild and crazy
stoned under a tree, really lazy
I see you dancing topless at WoodStock
I hearing you singing 'Classic Rock'
I see you 'tripping' walkin' tie-dyed down the Mall
I see wild psychedelic spinning
never to fall
I see you camping at a nudist campsite
I think your great, really outta site!
Just because now, your hairs are grey
You're the same inside, you love to play!
Hide if you want with that mask of Granny
I see you High with naked Fanny!
Peace and love to all you retired Hippies
All grown up sober, in bras now,
hiding your nippies!
(optional-'bippies' from Laugh-In)
A beautiful poem expressing the love and affection and I liked it much.
Love this write! A big thank you from all of us ALMOST gray haired ladies! ! ! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thanks for all those witty compliments!