Like a mist slowly easing down a mountain side
I slide into advancing years
Few regrets and many memories
Past is youth's reckless hilarity, no tears
Outside snow falls silent and soft
The heart retires into a quiet space
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Hold your head high my old soul
This is a time of solemn grace
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I am a hippy that never dropped out. I have held on to impossible idealism and will not give up. I think the human race is a ticking time bomb and we are at the last tick. So what is the good of slow careful pragmatism that allows time for it all to (more...
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