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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Good write AP.
And first read for Monday goes to...orchi. thanks for being here orchi.
Those were the days my friend - we thought they'd never end - ( remember Sandy Shore singing that one ? ) - a great piece of nostalgia A.P.
Fay, on this side of the pond it was Mary Hopkins who sang that tune. But yes, I remember it well. Thanks for reading and reminiscing with me Fay.
Keep on cruising AP , fun to look back on the wilder days
Thanks WL, it was great times back in the day. And it brings great memories of all the smiles. Thanks for reading and commenting.
At least, you have had your days, your wonderful moments.
Wish I could have videotaped all those great times. Thanks for reading m&m.
Yes, the good old days...
The years have rushed by...
we can still sing and dance
and think of all things we’ve done!
Let’s hope we can keep on crusin’...slower perhaps...
but why not!!!
Enjoyed the write and the video, AP!
Thank you for reading and your comment. Glad you enjoyed it.
Those days will never be fortgotten, they can be relived without wearing yourself out. Good nostalgic write.
Yes, I can fast forward, rewind and pause whenever I want. Thanks for reading Goldie.
Great write
Thanks Tony, glad you enjoyed it.
Welcome
Such a lovely, nostalgic write AP 🙂
Thanks sky. Thought I'd get away from the couple of non-positive writes I did by getting nostalgic again.
Where was I in 62? Playing electric guitar in my friends garage, dreaming of becoming a rock star. Staring wonderingly at girls chests, souping up my moped, too young to drive a car, at least officially! 🙂
Your great poem did take me back to these carefree times. THANK YOU! Couldn't help it, had to make it a fav!
Thank you so much Fred. I too enjoyed your memories of younger days. In '62 I was 6 years old, so you have a couple years on me. But not much, I'm right on your heels. So you had a high performance moped eh? Bet you really hauled the mail on that. ; )
AP, the moped had a 50cc German Sachs engine with a limiter in-between the carburetor and the engine restricting the flow of fuel mixture and thereby limiting the top speed. Remove that limiter and you are home free! We were doing upwards of 45 miles/hour with something resembling more a bicycle than a real moped. Thinking about it now, I am surprised none of us died.
Well, thankfully none of you did die. Your poetic talents would certainly be missed here.
lol,i think we have those flash backs
Thanks for reading Ron.
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