I am riding free
I feel so lonely
That made me happy
sad but not teary
only joy for pity
edited, oops sorry that was too short, here on holidays I somewhat lose my inspiration… I’ll try again
Alladin lamp freed my desires
enjoying the most of life
sitting back tree with fellow oldies
I looked upon worst days
no sorrow in the array
my dear friend I was bad
my dear friends were not sad
we would not have been
now wise old buddies
if we had not done it
all that crap, bad old days
smoking, drinking
whoring, swearing
sweet seventies are far away
regrets are not building
strong life requires thinking
those were necessary
all pain has a purpose
all sin can turn to gold
don’t forget that away
when your kids go away
