contemplativeMinstrel
I was so young during those years
in formative seventies
moving through childhood’s bloom
as the minstrel played his songs
with long hair, fading hippie
nothing really matters under
white silk in under disco lights
in the year of seventy five
hawaiian shirt and cut leotard
looking for somebody to love
the decade so full embraced
in the celebration of two-hundred
time after time in black and white
bare chest with a mime suit
we are the champions my friends
in the midst of seventy seven
bicycles with a country flair
naked riders around Wimbledon
racing with a musical flair
in the year of seven and eight.
babe still a skinny lad
suspenders without mustache
shirt is optional with black pants
fat bottomed girls in seventy nine
minstrel of the piano keys
shooting star in leather’s embrace
celebrating the end of peace and love
at the end of a decade spent.
2016, Sean Green. All Rights Reserved, 20160919.
