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.