Nostalgia for the Sixties
- Terry Hodgson
- May 5
- 1 min read
When you are young there is a place
For regret. The past is close
And sometimes can be remedied.
With age we grow bitter, recall
What we might have done or given
Had we known what others knew.
But we fool ourselves. No one can
Face all ways at once, forestall
What is past, nor learn the truth
By tearing the veils of youth.
In 'sixty three the red brigades
Were born. Munich polizei
Smashed students and guitars
Upon the streets; youth grew
To hate authority, the old
To fear the young. Right hand
Hated left in that happy age
Before red shifted into blue
Which nostalgia offers up
As the appropriate distant hue.
©Terry Hodgson2025
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