Rockin
College kids,
we danced to Lou Reed
all night long,
beers in hand as we hit the floor,
we never tired of those songs,
the "wild side" pulled us in,
like a tunnel of love,
the rock stars were our prophets,
sent from above,
now we are aged,
rougher with life's scars,
yet still we smile,
with memories of rockin' in those bars.
Copyright © Kathryn Sweeney | Year Posted 2017
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