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.
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