tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7555516329392912719.post-7822540435540266292007-12-08T20:19:00.000Z2008-05-13T00:52:07.439Z2008-05-13T00:52:07.439ZDrunk and loud<br />Was the course of our days<br />When nothing else was left to do<br />We desired all things forbidden<br />Led ourselves into traps that left us<br />Badly scarred<br />Yet the pain we suffered for every sick act<br />Was never enough to hold us back<br />Or give us a seed of wisdom<br />That we may mature and be<br />Responsible<br />What was the point of being young<br />If all it meant was being careful and reasonable?<br />So we lived<br />Laughed, drunk and held consult<br />With all the sick demons that we so willingly let in<br />Funny to think now we have grown<br />And have children of our own<br />Whose big ambition is to be all that we had been<br />Refusing to believe the stories we tell them<br />Refusing to believe that we too<br />Used to be young and silly<br />And paid dearly too, for all the wrong we didRob Taylorhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06507320627534702508noreply@blogger.com