So many things happened
So many years ago.
You hitch-hiked to have tea with Mammy;
But not me.
You scaled the Mount to succeed;
Without me.
We slid the Fiat into a Rambler,
Before your big night.
The front got bent out of shape,
But we still went,
Drinking whiskey from the bottle.
Nothing stopped us. We couldn't bother.
We stayed at Sean's,
Or various friends,
At Inns, or canvas tents;
All were means to our ends.
It was fifty years ago...
Half a century of years;
Decades of joyous laughter,
With many unanswered tears.
Oct 1, 2022
Oct 1, 2022 at 8:34 AM UTC
So many things happened
So many years ago.
You hitch-hiked to have tea with Mammy;
But not me.
You scaled the Mount to succeed;
Without me.
We slid the Fiat into a Rambler,
Before your big night.
The front got bent out of shape,
But we still went,
Drinking whiskey from the bottle.
Nothing stopped us. We couldn't bother.
We stayed at Sean's,
Or various friends,
At Inns, or canvas tents;
All were means to our ends.
It was fifty years ago...
Half a century of years;
Decades of joyous laughter,
With many unanswered tears.
