Flower children have no flowers,
Leaves have turned from green to brown,
Cold and darkness they are coming,
The summer has been run aground.
The first leave decides to take the chance
And jumps into the brave unknown
Floating, turning, ever falling,
Finally it hits the ground.
First one leaf, then another
Falling through colder skies
Till the last leaf takes the fall
Against the darkening and somber
Flower children have no flowers
They have left one by one
Bare Trees, Brown Grass,
Flower children gone.
Composed in Rittenhouse Square, Philadelphia October 1968
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Written when I was a student at Temple University in Philadelphia.
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