This remains a work in progress. i may just trash it later. But for some reason, i wanted to share it tonight.
he was once a whippersnapper;
wild and crazy ran in his veins,
chasing women with abandon,
bars and dance halls were his domains.
now it’s all just memories
folks seem to want him to change,
change he has
change more he will
something’s missing here.
he settled down;
he has a home;
he can feel changes from his aging
there is ache continuing to haunt him
for a return to wild and crazy so engaging.
he realizes he can’t return:
he must be a good old man,
late some nights
with a full moon bright
he lives again
with wild and crazy in his veins
if only in his memories.