Tuesday, April 7, 2015
I’m missing all those careless days,
The whiskey and cigarette smoke…
The barbequed ribs and potatoes;
Life’s ironies and the ribald joke.
Cross country trips, sans seat-belts,
Long baths near electrical plugs,
We drank in downtown Stockton,
Unafraid of homeless thugs.
We sped in cars on foggy highways,
Living comfortably with no fears…
Every minute an adventure;
We thought we had one hundred years.