All Gone but Not Forgotten

So long ago it seems

and my thoughts are a bit confused.

Can I still remember?

Does it really matter?

Just my jumbled thoughts,

so rambling and scattered

What was it that excited me?

Was it the new day?

Or the snow and rain that fell?

Sometimes it seems that you and I,

my friend are the only two,

left in this crazy world -

that still believe in rhyme and reason.

That still believe that there is love,

to share everywhere.

We are like two lost flower children,

who took a wrong turn in the 1960s

and still wander on lost and alone.

Wanting the world to be,

like it was once,

when it was a quieter and gentler time,

peace symbols flashed

and people smiled.

They sang about things blowin’ in the wind,

sure wish we could get it back,

just those special moments -

before the world exploded.

And crazy became a term,

referred to the things that happen,

day in and day out.

Come put back the flower in your hair,

let’s sit a spell

and drink some mellow wine.

Listen to the music,

from days gone by,

just humming and remembering -

Peace my friend, peace