Saturday’s Ghost

Posted on Nov 22, 2014


At home alone

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Oh the days I remember well
When I used to party like hell
From noon till dawn I’d play
Others would fall throughout the day

The things we did were harmless enough
There was no need for anything rough
But legendary we became then
Those days gone, never again

I’ve found people change as time does pass
Preferring tea from a mug, not wine from a glass
Less time spent with friends these days
They’re far too busy for life’s play

It’s sad that now these days are gone
New friends and old play another song
So is it time for me to grow up?
Or should I drink from a different cup?

Maybe I’ll try to find that past to toast
Those glories gone, now Saturday’s ghost
Turned to dust blown in the air
Distant memories gone without a care

*First published on April 14th 2013 at 11:05 and re-edited on 22nd November 2014 at 1810

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