Aquarius Flashback

All our yesterday's seem so near, and yet so far,
they flew by like a shooting star.

No longer in the springtime of our youth,
autumn now  finds us long in the tooth.

Once turned on to the Hippie Nation,
now reminiscing to the Oldies Station.

Beatles, Stones, Dylan, and the Grateful  Dead,
bell bottoms, tie-dye, purple haze, and Panama red.

Still hoisting my freak flag high,
excuse me while I kiss the sky.

Not ready for cat and quilt, rocking chair,
still dancing in the moonlight, warm night air.