Final Phase


Where did all the hippies go
to a Bohemian retirement home
where they play the
”Grateful Dead”
to soothe their aged
techno heads
contented living out their lives
like the poem in their mind
where Altruism isn’t dead
just hidden in the mesh of time


This poem was written/submitted by Adryan Rotica.

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