Post by burke on Jun 21, 2021 13:04:22 GMT -5
This one was written in 1968 and those of a certain vintage will be able to connect.
A Parent’s Rebellion, 1967
What is it that you want from me?
Youth cut from boughs of weeping willows,
Who wear the coat of confident airs,
And the under shirt of timorous despairs.
Seeks love, but tells me, “Go to Hell,”
What is it that you want from me?
Shall I say, “I love you not,”
Or, “leave this house you long hair freak.”
Shall I hold you to my breast,
Fawn o’er you like a babe in arms,
Or be aloof and ignore your quests.
What is it that you want from me?
You say I leave a troubled earth,
And pass on to you a hopeless mess.
Did you see the world that was left to me?
War and misery were everywhere,
And people lived a thousand deaths,
Young men fought on foreign shores,
And died in fear and fire, alone.
I saw these things and wept away my youth,
I spewed my guts upon the bloody ground,
Speak not to me of your legacy.
Oh yes, and by the way,
I would endow with love and open heart,
I would sacrifice my life to give,
Whatever it is you want from me.
Youth cut from boughs of weeping willows,
Who wear the coat of confident airs,
And the under shirt of timorous despairs.
Seeks love, but tells me, “Go to Hell,”
What is it that you want from me?
Shall I say, “I love you not,”
Or, “leave this house you long hair freak.”
Shall I hold you to my breast,
Fawn o’er you like a babe in arms,
Or be aloof and ignore your quests.
What is it that you want from me?
You say I leave a troubled earth,
And pass on to you a hopeless mess.
Did you see the world that was left to me?
War and misery were everywhere,
And people lived a thousand deaths,
Young men fought on foreign shores,
And died in fear and fire, alone.
I saw these things and wept away my youth,
I spewed my guts upon the bloody ground,
Speak not to me of your legacy.
Oh yes, and by the way,
I would endow with love and open heart,
I would sacrifice my life to give,
Whatever it is you want from me.
