Flower Child

I was never a flower child,
and that is my definition.
I lived in the lost generation when
petals were strewn in the rainbows
and wishes died in the spas and
drums sounded for change
and communal dreams
clothed the naked skeleton.

But I was never a flower child,
and I grieve for what never was
or ever could be now
in the new reality.
How sad that my life
kept me from the sixties
as I should have lived it
instead of as I did
where I, with the old tired establishment
existed structure bound
with a yet unlined facade,
and a yet unfurled spirit.

I was never a flower child
and yet now with the wisdom
that comes too late
and the vision
that sees within,
I believe somewhere
I run with youthful grace
and freedom in the fields
of an alternative world
and hand out flowers and smile.

Jaris