DIGGERS

by Charles Carreon

Psychedelic ways are out of style

I'm a relic of former days,

Maudlin nostalgia-monger of

   curious ways.

Flower children, hippies,

   Alice in Wonderland--we're all out

   of style with Peter Pan

Nobody ever visits Neverland.

You and I, we remember

When hearts were mild and faces

    slender

And the city haze was left behind

Looking for naked woodlands

   and clean water.

So what if it never panned out;

   if the dreams glimmered and faded?

We looked and dreamed

   and held and knew our dreams

   before we traded them for food and

shelter,

   This phase of life that's helter

skelter.

Having learned to dream,

   you never forget how

   to seek a path with heart.

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