Cutting it Short

I may have cut my life short,
By ten years, maybe twenty…
All those Smokey, booze filled years,
Filled my memory vaults, aplenty.

Vodka Tonics on the roof tops,
Dancing high above the city…
I mingled with the anonymous
The famous and the pretty.

Dj’s spinning lights and vinyl,
Beats per minute our quality…
Donna Summer filled our sails,
Dancing sailors, adrift at sea.

Valets parked our inhibitions,
Strobes led souls to the disco,
The days began at midnight;
We were alive in San Francisco.

We always made it home by dawn,
Chirping birds, hangover factors,
Two cups of Joe by six A.M.
Then back on horses and our tractors.