Accidental Poet

Flashbacks

Flashbacks

 

Quite often I get flashbacks

Of my younger days

How I used to be so shy

Till I grew into bolder ways

 

When Carl Yastrzemski swung his bat

And Bobby Orr scored that winning goal

Crusin’ all night

To that good ole Rock & Roll

 

What happened to the party boy

That I used to be

And where did the years go

Leaving me with grey hairs I see

 

My days now, all about work

Tedious and routine

Nightime I lay low

At home quiet and serene

 

It used to be

My Friday and Saturday nights

I’d go through a full tank of gas

Rockin’ and Rollin’ till early morning light

 

Now Friday and Saturday

I’m in bed by 10 P.M.

Too pooped to pop

Not the firecracker I was back then

 

Aah, but I love those flashbacks

Glimpses of back in the day

When I was foot loose and fancy free

Not caring if my long hair got in the way

 

Yes, my younger days

Are my comfort zone

And crusin’ is still my pastime

Even if I don’t leave my home

 

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