Gone Poem by Barry Middleton
Gone
the ecstasies have evaporated
a youthful fog on a spring morning
even now it's hard to reckon
how so much optimism vanishes
nuance by definition happens slowly
as the sun climbs higher and higher
the bright colors of the peace rally
have faded and our hope is jaded
girls with hair parted in the middle
making love and hating only war
all gone along with Woodstock
and more tragically a lost dream
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