Blast To the Past
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To live it, is the inspiration
I grew up in the rockin 60’s
Everything back then was new
Rock ‘n’ roll and Chevy’s
There wasn’t anything we couldn’t do
Hot rod Fords and street drag races
The girls wearing cashmere sweaters
The thrill of youth that showed on faces
That easily laughed at serious matters
Saturday night sock hop dances
Slow dancing with your steady girl
Sneaking a glance at other girls
Thinking maybe next, I will give her whirl
Oh, we had our gangs, punks and hoods
But everything was settled just by fists
Honor was always avenged, as well it should
But black eyes topped the list, not death
Mellow days and careless nights
Drive-in movies, who watched the show?
The heavy petting, and then the fights
“You’re my steady, but that far I won’t go”
The slow drive back to take her home
The sweet goodnight kiss outside her door
The promise that I would never roam
The secret wish she would give me more
Life was tough, and hard to take back then
Or so we thought, but soon would learn
Boys grow up, becoming men
Go places where men die, and bodies burn
It all happened so suddenly
A heartbeat, a blink of the eye
It all happened so viciously
One day to live, next day to die
High school grads, college illusions
Hot rod Fords, and street drag races
And then began the Western Union
“We Regret….” were all the traces
Left of lives that once lived for life
Those that did come home to peace
Now live with lives full of strife
And only wish the pain would cease
Copyright © Rollo West | Year Posted 2012
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