In my 20's In the 70's I was long in hair, Donned vests and jeans, From Goodwill Stores. But I spent hard cash On calf-high boots, Raven black platforms.
Now in my 70's In these 20's, They threw me a party.
Hello 70's. You Are Invited To a 70's Party. Groovy attire welcome.
Was I obliged. Soon compelled. Nearly obsessed.
Then the epiphany. The Bard, Reminds this walking shadow In the long, gray-haired rented wig.
Phrased I refused to use back then: Groovy. Far Out. Heavy... or Heavy Duty. Savage Cabbage. blast Other than that, things were cool.