People laugh, joke and sneer
Every time they see us near
Every time we leave a room
They talk abut us real soon
It's too bad they don't know
That their hypocrisy does show
We don't know who they think they're fooling
Their the one's who need a schooling
They laugh at our clothes, our beards and long hair
You'd think they know that we don't care
But at least a new day has finally dawned
Their old tired ethics just made us yawn
11-22-67/RjH
Every decade is wonderful until you have none left. I am 100.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Right on poem Ray, the sixties was certainly a great decade to be alive. Sure enjoyed this poem of yours.