'The Hippy Pilgrim' Poem by Michael Micmac Mccrory

‘THE HIPPY PILGRIM’

On a journey to find, the thing called me
I travelled through life with the rock and roll circus
Psychedelic rock and the love that’s free
Wine flowed like a river, and I drunk like Bacchus
Looked to the bible for a reason to live
To see if living had some merit
No matter how much time to reading I’d give
I could never believe in the religious spirit

I went in search of my personal Mecca
However, no divine spirit I did find
I found solace in records from Virgin, Island and Decca
Narcotics had me out of my mind
I was the typical spaced out pilgrim hippy
On a high, a solar system drifter
Back then, I thought I was happy
Happy heroin user, I enjoyed a snifter

I stopped searching and found that elusive one
Who was never lost, just insecure?
Finding the real me was so much fun
Since those days I have grown in stature
Clean living, pure thoughts, looking to the future
All this for the aging pilgrim hippy
They say this new way of living suits you
However, the pilgrim hippy is still not happy

I’m still no saint that you can anoint
I have found myself I am pill happy
Moreover, I still like the odd joint
I will always be the pilgrim hippy
Life is what you make it
Enjoy in your own way
Nothing wrong with a bit of of what you fancy
See you up in the Milky Way

MICMAC