we’re fine as wine, living on Cloud 9

man, having a blast, life’s a gas

no flakes or finks, just cats, and chicks

wearing our shades, hanging loose at flicks

we’ll spend our bread get all decked out

undeniably bitchin’ and so far-out

in our hopped up ride, we’re cruising

a four on the floor, yeh, we’re bookin’

laying a patch looking clean and mean

we can’t sweat that gumball machine

counting padiddles and feeling marvy

pedal pushers, flip-flops and being groovy

hey, lay it on me now, don’t have a cow

don’t flip your wig, I hope you can dig

this slice of life from the nineteen sixties

© Franci Eugenia Hoffman

A gander at me –
I enjoyed a dedicated career in the insurance industry for over 20 years being rewarded both professionally and personally. Now it’s time for me to follow my dreams by doing things I enjoy…spending time with family, learning, sharing, traveling, writing poetry and encouraging others to pursue their goals.

You may have to be one of those older folks to dig the sixties lingo.

featured image – my husband, Paul, in our 1964 Ford Galaxie