Rose, the loveliest of pagan namings,

She said she can see clear to another day

1967 and the happy trails I followed

That landed me plum in Golden Gate Park

Then Palo Alto in the pacific sun

Looking for a revolution

And this is it:

No empty-headed technologies 

Still no silicon in the valley

Just a box of rain.

 

It's a long-ding-dong time to be gone.

And a such a short time to be there.

God don't check no papers

Loss of hope is not allowed,

No fear, no favours, no possessions too.

A good man's

Life is, at its height, remembered

In his little unremembered 

Acts of kindnesses and of love

And that's more than enough

For any ol'sunshine day-dream.