Those Youthful Days Were Intensely Sweet

Those Youthful Days Were Intensely Sweet In poetic words, disillusionment I often paint, about a wild man that was never a saint. A life that raced into darkness in such haste, never seeing the coming misery and waste! There were hills of thrills to happily scale never thinking of either heaven or hell. I grabbed the pleasures that deep lust demands while dancing to music of rock n roll bands! O' yes, those youthful days were intensely sweet now in my maturity I find that this I must meet Reality of my faded memories shall not last and every day a challenge to have a blast. Time has a way of delivering its greatest hits. Memories found false, one rarely forgets. Robert J. Lindley 1-19-2015 Note: Memories even if bitter sweet, are still gold when one wants to frolic in the past and ponder the what-ifs, the if-only's and the I should-of's... You know you are old when you look back more than you look forward methinks. Old age, the great equalizer..