Days Of Love Gone
I can’t take things the way they are.
I can feel every cut and scar.
Be it literal, or on the heart.
The end result is tearing us apart.
I remember much smoother days.
Making love was the popular craze.
Flower children pushed ‘flower power.’
How did we get to this crazy hour?
We need to start all over. Start all over.
Go back to kissing and smelling the clover.
Go back to loving and caring for others.
Our greatest work was under the covers.
We preached love and all it involved.
We were happy to be part of the crowd.
Today, trust no one, is a no brainer.
Who does the government have on retainer?
No one depends on one another,
only on the government. That’s a blunder.
We are becoming a nation of sheep.
We are organic robitoids in the keep.
The government tells us what to do.
I wouldn’t do that if I were you.
We need to start all over. Start all over.
Go back to kissing and smelling the clover.
Go back to loving and caring for others.
Our greatest work was under the covers.
We preached love and all it involved.
We were happy to be part of the crowd.
The hand writing is on the wall.
We can’t stand. We have to crawl.
We have no backbone of our own.
This is killing me to the bone.
There has got to be a better day.
Let’s go psychedelic all the way.
Bring back the flowers and the love.
Bring back the loving turtle dove.
——————————–R. W. Johnson—–(2015)