Youthfulness Waiting for Revival: A Poem
Those were the days of cigarettes and wine
with nights of easy women and dirty jokes
singing with guitars and just feeling fine
serious life looking like one big hoax.
Now all those goodies of youth aside
somehow we managed to produce all joy
for it was that inner drive of a spirited guide
which made everything around look like a toy.
How did we succumb to every "shouldn't" and "must"
burying that most precious enthusiasm and zeal
replacing that horniness with a secret lust
making seriousness our life's seal.
It's not our hormones that are cowardly betraying
but rather our mind-styles which are making them less
so that instead of our singing, dancing, and freely playing
we visit our doctors and complain about an incessant stress.
We even excel in politics and thrive on bitching
while feasting we worry about our naked survival
so we keep us busy scratching without even itching
oblivious to a dormant youthfulness waiting for its revival.