Hail to the long hairs alive
Through time and hell they survive
With strength and patience they hold their mind
Hippies touch and love all, ever so kind
Secrets and surprises offered fast
Leaving memories deep, to forever last
They have known cold, but give warmth by heart
Living to wait, waiting for a true love to start
Knowing and believing with patience, in life they trust
Accepting that which happens, is not always just
Shit happens and they do their best
To overcome and conquer any quest
It is the same ol', same ol' every day
Surviving and giving in every way
They touch and breathe in beautiful air
The long hairs, who have taught me with care
Bless the long hairs, for they know love
And love we know, comes from above
The long hairs, who have taught me with care Bless the long hairs, for they know love... .......................................................... Deborah, Very beautiful poem.... 10. Best wishes, Tsira
the ninth line is what really caught my eye. knowing and believing with patience, in life they trust accepting that which happens, is not always just. a beautiful truth. a ten
Are the 'long hairs' hippies.I was a flower child....a ten....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful words that flow down the page. I enjoyed it. Thanks, roshni.