by Gena Husman

Created on: February 27, 2009

The Words to the Songs

Many were the nights

we'd get together to sing -

two or three guitars,

and a pizza (or two)

and a couple of bottles of cheap wine.

We were a ragged band of flower children

singing into the wee hours of a new day

the songs our heroes taught us.

Songs of Peace and Love and Freedom...

Faithfully echoing the words

of Baez, and Dylan, and Seeger.

We believed...and life was good.

So subtly we never noticed, we drifted...

out of each others' lives

and into new ones,

with different interests and different people -

quite apart from what we'd shared.

Perhaps it was part of growing up....

But it seemed that as we grew Older and Wiser,

We also forgot

the Words to the Songs.

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