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 taken aside
somehow we managed to produce that joy
out of thin air, by our inner spirited guide
that made every task look like a toy.
How did we give it up to collect rust
burying youthful enthusiasm and zeal
switching from horniness to secret lust
turning all our life into one habitual ordeal.
No, it's not our hormones cowardly betraying
but our mind-styles that are making them less
so that instead of singing, dancing, and playing
we visit our doctors complaining about our stress.
We excel in politics and thrive on bitching
feasting, but worried about naked survival
nervously scratching without even itching
oblivious to joy of youth waiting for revival.