A child of the 60s

The music is filling my head,
I am dancing my life – silently.

The daisies in my hair – now withered,
I am humming a song – silently.

I spin around – but make no sound …
I sing along – but no-one knows my song …

So I finally sit along the shore,
no-one sees me dancing – no more, no more.

I silently lay down on the softness of the sand,
a withered flower in my own withered hand.

My thoughts they fly back in time …
I see my life passing by.

Cruelty seems washed away -
I still can see Martin Luther standing and pray.

I hear the sound of the radio -
see on TV the Doris Day show.

I see me twist and spin around to the vivid music sound.

My heart that beats to the the steady 60s beat,
makes me fly and lift my feet.

So I finally sit along the shore,
no-one sees me dancing – no more, no more.

I fly back to 1961 – where I am still at home …
At home!

A child of the 60s

TriciaDanby

Joined March 2008

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May 16, 2008 written

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