Picture of Diana I took in a protest in 1972 against Vietnam war.

 BACK TO THE 1960'S

(By: Karla Wagener, Sunday, January 15, 2023
1:46 PM)

There is a sound
That goes unheard.
It is the sound of hurt.
It is the sound of pain.

There is a song
That only youth can sing.
It is a song of hope
That dimmers as youth grows.

There was a time
When we were young.
We believed things would better feel
That the world would so surely heal.

Youth bleeds trial and despair.
These days Lyrics seem to have no meaning.
So we must renew for them
What got lost in rain and storm.

We believed we could do away
With hurt and pain and even war.
We believed so surely in good and truth
The world again depends on its youth.