RACING WITH THE DEVIL

When I was a young man
A heedless headlong consumer of life, was I
Above and beyond the norm or necessity
I wore paths deep and wide
To the pleasure centres of my brain
And I rode my soul like an easy w***e
Oh happy daze of hedonism
How sweet life tasted then

If there was drink to drink
We drank it
If there were songs to sing
We sang them
If there were fights to fight
We fought them
We had fast feet and faster wits
If there was hell to raise
We raised it
Excess and adventure in equal parts
How fast, how high we flew back then

And then the magic playground
Became a bleak and dangerous place
Peopled by predators and prey
In an ever changing food chain
And I was only one step away 
From the totally oblivious
One brain cell ahead of
The permanent reality challenged
Then friends began casually dying 
Barely noticed in the rush to join them
Now the race is on
And I have grown old and slow

         By Phil Roberts

Reviews

[Mr. Lopez]

I mentioned to a coworker the other day that her cup-a-soup was very high in sodium.To which she replied
" it's ok,I'm young so I'll be fine." But oh how they not know just how quickly the time goes by. I'm not going to lie there were parts that could've been better but there were also parts that were brilliant. Luckily we're all friends here at the cafe' and we are all here to share and to grow. Your poem gave me flash backs...and that's a good thing. Good stuff, keep at it.

[Phil Roberts]

Thank you :)