We made young laughter and let it go
It hung around and we had fun
The years went by and we didn't know
That time would be, on the run
Oh, the things that were and was
Unsuspecting fools
Squandered chances, just because
We didn't know the rules
We didn't care what led us there
Wherever we wound up
We had far more than our hair
We had bravado in our cup
Mistakes we made, they didn't matter
We had each other's back
We partied hearty like the Hatter
Took up each other's slack
How did the time go, down the drain?
We didn't curse what life had brought us
We rode mad motors in the rain
Swore oaths forever, just to cuss
Now it's gone, the time, I mean
The darkness closing in
We did more things, than most have seen
Was it really such a sin?
Ah, I feel it slipping away
But I remember still
I just can't, forget those days
When we had time to kill
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Comments
You're welcome...
I used your suggestion and don't see that it makes much of a difference, but since it doesn't, not going to switch back.
Triumph Tiger huh? I'll have to go look that up. I've certainly heard of Triumph, but don't know much about them. I certainly hope that your "Tiger"{ is still growling around somewhere, or some of it anyway, [ old bikes have a way of becoming new again], or at least part of something new. Thanks for the read and comments. ~ Geezer.
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Actually...
Never had a "Hog" it wasn't my kind of ride. I loved the sport bikes and had two Hondas. My first was a 1974 CB 550 - 4 cyl.
and my present bike, [incapacitated, like me]; is a 1985 Honda Interceptor V-4 500. I doubt I'll ever ride it again, but it's mine,
all bought and paid for and if I ever hit the Lotto... Anyway, I never wanted to scare horses or anyone really, just wanted to ride and have some fun; leaning into the corners and blazing down the straights. We didn't discriminate, we didn't care what you rode as long as you did. Went to Laconia N.H. for the bike races three times. Spent Father's Day weekend with at least a hundred thousand bikers and partied hearty. Most of the "boys" are gone now, but live on in memory. Thanks for the read and comments. ~ Geezer.
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kill is a strong word
I would incorporate it's effect. Look into the slang. It's not murder, not manslaughter, it's KILL. Time to KILL. The paradox of how we "kill time" when we are young and free, spending time like it's burning a hole in out pockets, literally killing time with feeling life in the moment as you can only do when you are young like that.
Now it's gone, now time is killing you.
I think there's a bit more to work with in the theme, and more raw emotion to come through. Sometimes even a vulgarity, as poets today so freely use fuck and shit for effect...the poem has nostalgia, just needs a swicth blade to make it more than that, which you have done so often in your work.
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Thanks Eumy...
I'll look into that. It might be, that there is more to come from this one. Thanks for the read and comment. Geezer.
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