SOMETHING WILD

When I was still young and fresh
A million years ago
I walked on edges
Always on the edge of something
Something wild

Bright lights and long nights
Lots of laughter and music
Always music
Singing with the band
Dodging the flying glass
When fights broke out
Howling to the moon
Oh, wild indeed were we

All shadows now, alas
Visions from an addled brain
Pubs, clubs and smoky dumps
Leave no turn unstoned was the cry
More fun than fundamental
And fundamentally flawed, it was
A couple of hours sleep 'fore the day job
With eye-lids stuck together
And walking into walls
But still I wouldn't have swapped it
For all the strait laced straight faced 
Wealth in the world

                                 By Phil Roberts

Reviews

[charlie]

A retro portrait told plain and clear. Some of the best writing pieces are told like this, in my opinion. It's like: you can rely on the truth in them...

[Phil Roberts]

thanks as always, charlie. and i agree. i was aiming for a sort of reportage/nostalgia.