Those nights had in the sun

The city held its hand out to you and you felt like you’d become. The flashing lights, drinking and dancing nights is where your adulthood had begun. The wayward walk and drunken fights where no logic had ever won. Pride or is it sorrow now fills your mind, to see what you’ve become. The years fly by and your reflection starts to cry as you realise age has won. You still feel young and ache for the careless, never ending fun of those nights you had in the sun. Now creaks and pains try their hardest to remain as you try to remember lost loves in days now gone. You realise when your mind tries to rationalise how old you have become. Where once stood so proud your youth and glory so strong and loud now looks back at you in mumbled confusion for why that strength and confidence cut and run.