Those were the days
And should we not be happy with our memories
regretting nothing of our follies
since all we did was having a good time?
They say we went too far,
but is there any wrong in that,
as long as it is nice and positive?
We grew our hair long until it whitened,
we got intoxicated in every possible way
and enjoyed it, whether it was drinking or smoking
or both or even worse things,
which only made us feel better,
so we continued on our way of sensualism
that only did us good.
We reasoned, the more we love, the better,
counting both in quality and numbers,
and it was natural, not wrong,
it was beautiful, not wicked,
and we still live with all those memories
of all those joys of so called wickedness,
and I am sure those memories will never die
but even survive all those
that had anything against our outrageous liberty.
Poetry by Laila Roth
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Written on 2008-01-14 at 10:44
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