Custom cannot wither, nor age enslave My infinite array of memories. I came of age upon a wave Of ideals that anchored Changes and elders outraged, Appalling them into rage. They often responded With violence, yet we endured. Even when comrades were shot down, And protesters run to ground, The promise of a new world grew in secret, In the impromptu families in hill towns, Or the remnants of Haight-Ashbury And the minds of Lost Boys and Girls unbound, In the survivors of Kent and Jackson State; Our dream died not but elected to wait, And In the choices of all Not to succumb to servility Nor women to proscribed maternity. Equality stayed the rule instead of resignation. Now, age has slowed but not stopped us And we reach out across the air, Teaching young ones, as passionate as we, To distrust despots, ever serve the cause of liberty.
Age cannot wither for Helen she Is froze In time for she will never get older Sixty two she will remain forever that age, but for me not so lucky
I will continue to age something I said I'd never allowed happening when I was younger live free die young sounds quite Impressive when you're young But I've managed to outlive that somewhat famous quote But Helen's age cannot wither
Helen age cannot wither she will always be 62 years old but I will grow old
Do you remember me the way I do? Of course you don't It's interesting to see, though You miss me, But how? Who was I with you? Was I delicate and not fragile? Was I missing pieces and not broken? Your perspective of me is clouded by rose colored clouds Am I a one way ticket to what you thought we were? Sugar coated sweet nothings Stained my lips in the past I was consumed with doubts That you fed not tamed We covered each others bruises with flowers, Hoping it will make them beautiful But flowers are not forever And so I saw them wither I don't know who you miss, But I do not think it is me
She told me she missed me tonight. I don't know who she was talking about. She remembers a different me.
Abundance laughter hides streams of tears, a broken heart is shaded by cheers. The happiest smile hides the saddest soul, the people who love, their heart has a hole. Giggles of fun hide the loneliness of one, their painful wails are heard by none. Delighted and joyful they seem to be, but deep inside is a withering tree.
Some people may seem delighted and happy all the time, but their heart may tell a different story.