Final Phase Poem by Adryan Barnathan
Final Phase
Where did all the hippies go
to a Bohemian retirement home
where they play the
''Grateful Dead''
to soothe their aged
techno heads
contented living out their lives
like the poem in their mind
where Altruism isn't dead
just hidden in the mesh of time
Thanks, Adrienne, I don't know if we need hippie retirement homes but we do not people holding onto altruism.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 10:47:06 AM # 1.0.0.1119
It's funny, I've wondered the same things. Very well done with an excellent choice in words. I look forward to reading more from you soon.