Flower Children

Gather flowers
So does this generation
Throughout the decade and more
Within the overwhelmed nation
Those whom adore
Colors spinning-
They thread it through their hair
Some singing-
Going about with flair
Some weeping-
Thinking of the soldiers that fall
With bells a 'ringing
Nevertheless they all
Gather flowers.

The days are passing by.
Up the children grow.
No longer do they dream to fly.
Just pass through the flow.
They remember though the times
With the mesmerizing atmosphere
When fail not the chimes
Bonding with their dear
The summer of love was in the past
It did not last
Amidst the dwelling
Gather flowers.


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