The Age of Aquarious

It was a wondrously
Strange
And volatile time
To be swept up
In the current
Of change.
As a young adult-child
Of the late 60’s,
Uncertain of who I was
Or what I stood for,
I was confronted with
A psychedelic madness
Sweeping the land,
A bizarre counterculture
In opposition to anything
An everything
Of the previous generation.
It was the time
Of Flower Children
And free love,
Music outrage,
And protests
Against the war
In Viet Nam.
You could see it,
Taste it,
And even smell it,
In almost every corner
Of this country,
And particularly
Around the university
Where I was hiding out.