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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..

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