Grains of Time As young Undaunted men Courting the Pretty Girls, Filling frivolous moments In search of some vague And haunting Realities, Time was not a relative thing. We Lotus Eaters thought Little about life’s Timeline. For we were going to live Forever in that misty amber World of Mahogany Bars And Tinkling highball glasses. We made love to lovely women, Came close at times to a Modicum of Maturity, only to be Dashed by other pretty faces In the crowd and those alluring, Tinkling, highball glasses. We wrote our insipid poetry on Bar napkins and business cards, Those droll lines that joined us In our painful Morning hangovers Along with black coffee and the All day ingestion of breath mints. At our ‘Reunion’ last year, all of us Now happily settled down with Wives, grown children, grandkids, And ‘Arthur’, we tipped Highball Glasses once again and agreed: ‘Our Way was the Only Way!’ Billy Ray Chitwood – February 5, 2017 Please visit my Website, preview my 14 books, read some reviews & author comments. @brchitwood (twitter) Author Website: http://billyraychitwood.com
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