Where have all the flowers gone?
The flower of my youth ... left in the dust.
The flower of my innocence ... in a college dorm room.
The flower of my exuberance ... in a noisy, busy emergency room after one too many close calls.
The flower of my patience ... who knows? I got tired of looking for it.
The flower of my naivete ... on the floor of the TV room after yet another newscast showing poverty, starvation, cruelty and genocide.