By Colleen James
I have such fond memories of the past
Flower children, street art, peace signs
Make love not war
The horse with no name
Long colorful dresses, bare feet
I hated the war
Yet loved most everything else
The music
From Leonard Cohen to the Beatles
And all of it in between
I remember the urge to dance
To anything with a beat
Even to the sound of falling rain
I don’t miss the old days
As I always have them with me
And today?
Well, I just found myself doing the TWIST
To the rhythm of a dripping faucet