The Old Hippy

By Richard Davidson

He was old and he was clever
He was wiser than the sea
He had lived his life wherever
He had found himself to be

Now he'd bought himself a house down by the coast

He had been to endless meetings
He had tried to save the seals
He had taken several beatings
He had fed the homeless meals

In a time when Man's good nature seemed a ghost

He'd been scrapping, he'd been biting
He was tired, he was sore
He'd been tireless in his fighting
He was ready for some more

Though his troubles weighed upon him with such heft

And they'd ask him, "how's the weather?
How's the struggle then, tonight?
Can you make it with this country
Tilted crazy to the right?"

And he'd answer:

"I simply must be me
I'll simply deal with what I see
I must continue through
And I must do what I can do
And make it through these horrid times until the country tilts back to the left."

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