Time to cry

A poem of regret and concer for what has been lost

We are lost in a time
Where the past is now forgot
When the hope was one of peace
When the world was not so hot

We were the Woodstock generation
Going to make a change
Where life would be so simple
And not so prearranged

We sang of times so easy
To live our lives just free
Instead the message changed for us
A life long spending spree

What happened to the message
Of brotherhood and caring
To take care of one another
Thru lifelong love and sharing

We expected so much more of us
When we were just eighteen
Battered by an unjust war
Some marched and some just screamed

Somewhere in the haze of life
The dream was set aside
Its now about the money
And we take it all in stride

We are the lost generation
For we have lost our way
We thought things would be better
If we worked hard every day.

We forgot about the dream
We forgot about what’s right
We forgot all that’s important
To reach the tallest height

Our life is just so short
What difference can we make
For future generations
Not to perpetuate


The mistakes that we have made
To let the dream slip by
For those who love this earth
It may be time to cry

We had our chance
To make the change
Is it too late
To re-arrange

Our priorities and direction
Is it too late to try
For those who love the earth
It may be time to cry.