Woodstock Music Festival,

three days of peace and love,

an ‘Aquarian exposition.’

Woodstock Generation where are you now?

Woodstock Generation you saw,

unborn in mind’s eye,

a world of peace,

each looking out for the other.

Sharing,

caring.

Clean water,

clear air.

But wasn’t three days of peace

and love

supposed to be.

three weeks,

three years,

three eons?

Woodstock Generation where did you lose the plot?

The 70’s, 80’s, 90’s.

Kids to raise,

paying for

‘A little box in the burbs all made out of ticky tacky.’

You have become the people

you warned your children about!

When did your vision go foggy?

It was so clear,

‘Mystic crystal revelation.’

Did you sell out

or

were you bought out?

WOODSTOCK GENERATION

Woodstock Generation,

what the hell happened?

Your grandchildren are cryin,’

talkin’ ‘bout tryin’ u

as environment vandals

for burnin’ the planet

like a sausage left too long on the barbie.

What happened Woodstock Generation?

You touched the moon,

now touch the earth,

touch hearts with ‘… minds true liberation’

stop the tears.

You talked the talk,

now walk the walk.

Woodstock generation,

stub out your joints,

rise up out of your bean bags.

Crank up your old L P’s,

show us Aquarius.

Woodstock Generation show us

old hippies never die.

Then,

Woodstock Generation,

tell me please,

where the hell are we now?