THE SAD OLD HIPPY PAIR
He used to be a beatnik
beating his bongo drums.
He met a happy hippy girl
and he too became one.
Not a hippy girl, ha ha,
but a hippy guy.
Grew his hair as long as hers.
Together they would lie
kooky though carefree
beneath the summer sun,
both hearts beating fast
as he on his bongo-drums.
So many summers ago,
not that they were job-shy.
But life's just hard-work
since kissing youth goodbye.
IMPOSE WILL
I taught in Thailand.
Over there I met
a fine young guy
who came from Tibet.
To his very homeland
he couldn't go back,
the way of life
was under attack.
There are those
who will impose,
even march up mountains
to tread down on toes.
FIND SOON A WELL-FED WORM
Now under the ground
the guy's dead and gone,
but to the hungry-worm
life does go on.
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