Friday, December 04, 2009

Crossroads of Time

The playground echoed with exuberant, innocent voices. We were young. The bright horizon loomed large but the path was sketchy. But we had carefree colours in our hearts to sprinkle the road to our ‘destiny’. We were freebirds being moulded to harness the wind. School was fun and so was Floyd’s Another Brick in the Wall.

Our days were moments of oxymoronic feelings...painfully beautiful. And it was then that we discovered the spirit of camaraderie. It still remains strong. We are a family of friends. Some have sadly left, reached their final destination. The rest still try to stay connected to recreate the days of yore.

Dreams – some realized, some lost and some still remains a dream. And now, we are in a stage with a renewed love for life, covering our grey streaks and bald-pates with confusing smiles. We are the young-old-men at the crossroads of time.

"The Summer of Love was something special
We were so young and so free
The Summer of Love that I was a part of
We had so many dreams
And even a few of them came true it seems

I still believe in all the music, and it's still playing
I still believe in all the words, ya I'm still saying
I still believe in all the people, they were really great
And I get to thinking back to where we all once were

The Summer of Love had special people
Everybody was together so it seemed
The Summer of Love had lots of changes going down
Looking back's like yesterday
And you can say it all was just a dream

I still remember all the good times
And boy let me tell ya we sure had a lotta them
I still remember the world was changing all around us
I feel like we could go it all again

The Summer of Love was just the beginning
That's when the lines started breaking through
The Summer of Love is just a memory now
Even though those times are gone
The Spirit still goes on in me and you"
-Jefferson Airplane