It's late...1969...
the sun's going down
as we turn west for the last time.
Driving this long black Caddy,
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The swinging sixties. What a time to be in. We had scandals and corruption. Unjust wars and drugs. But we also had Mary Quant, the Beatles, Bob Dylan etc. and enough gorgeous little dolly birds in mini skirts and aspects of free love to make it all worth while. Times will never be the same again,
Holy smoke. I just posted a comment on this poem then scrolled down and thete wad a very real feeling of deja voi.
To quote some piker I once read it was the best of times, it was the worst of times.
I missed the 1960's but could tell you a thing or two about the 1660's. Our kids will be telling their kids how great the 2010's were.
To quote a piker I once read, They were the best of times, they were the worst of times.
we thought we were changing the world.... it was a golden time, and yet a hard time.... kinda like today!
The 1960's, a great time in which to be young - I know, I was there! !
I love this poem, and it reminds me of yesteryear, without a fear, how we all went both far and near....and did not realize that...'we shall never pass this way again...' Excellent words and thought....thank you!