05th
January 2010
The Past
& Present Days
By Anderson Peter
S. Desir
The
best of those wild, wondrous days
Those adventurous, self-destroying days
Which catapulted me to risks
And nothing else,
Were never near as good and golden,
As these the present days.
Oh friends!
Return, return my friends
Of yesterday
If only you could know,
Just taste some of this joy,
This serenity that fills my life,
Must dominate my mind,
And flow through my heart,
The love I feel.
Oh friends!
Return, return dear friends
Of yesterways
Those wastes of misdirected years
Youth – fired thrills,
Unreal wine – maddened, beer – intoxicated,
Drug – derelicted
Destinies
Cannot by any playboy standard
Compare
The tranquil, sobered fullness
Of this life – supporting drama,
The blissful
Bank
Of creativity
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