Those Days of Fun

Yes, I do want to let my gray hair hang down. But unlike my life, it has grown way too long! Now, every day, I seek my heavenly crown. But in my youth, my thoughts were free or headstrong. I remember way back in my Army days. Sitting on my suitcase, I smoked a cigar. Newspaper photographers do have their ways. I, prim and proper, left my training afar. And there was the time by the fire hydrant. I hiked up my leg; no dog had passed that way. A picture was snapped; my humor caught … Brilliant! Only twenty-five, I had fun in the day. There might be tales I refuse to remember. Like the time … Yikes! My car was shot with my gun. I racked my brain to remember another – But I will always recall; those days were fun! 1/14/2017