Val enjoys writing rhymed poetry with a valuable message in it.
The person we believe ourselves to be will always act in a manner consistent with our self image.
-- Brian Tracy
Those were the days of cigarettes and wine
with nights of easy women and dirty jokes
playing our guitars and just feeling fine
serious life looking like one big hoax.
Now all those goodies of youth if taken aside
somehow we managed to produce that joy
out of thin air by our inner spirited guide
one that made every task look like 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 a stress.
We excel at politics and thrive on bitching
feasting but worried about naked survival
nervously scratching without even itching
oblivious to joy of youth waiting for revival,
It wouldn't take more than imagination
memories of joyfulness would help too
devoting some time toward that creation
while anticipating that reality all brand new.
Maybe you've had a dream of such a sort
then woke up but pulled cover over head
to get back to that dream being too short
with each fiber unwilling to leave the bed.
How nice would it be to have it all come true
but yes -- we could do it with a spirited will
reviving youthfulness like out of the blue
with every crazy dream bound to fulfill.