Long hair, denim jacket, Frye boots
A Fu Manchu, behind dark green Ray-Bans
No cares, top of the world, indestructible
Aah! to be young again, no aches neither pain
A mile in less than six, not breaking a sweat
Now feeble and gray, no longer invincible!
Yet the mind’s still sharp, with total recall
Of the golden days of youth many moons ago
It’s a blessing perhaps, or maybe criminal!
To be able to remember what will never be again
To yearn for what’s lost and beyond repair
Just an exercise futile, a dream impossible!!
© F Aparici