All the Legends

For me it was the Seventies – that I can’t remember!

                           All the Legends

        All the legends of my youth have fled,

        with their easy laughter without regrets;

        and their catchy tunes – how shall I forget?

        My life was lit – as a moth to their flame,

        as I became consumed in their fame.

        Those priests of pleasure with all pleasure spent,

        on the idle altar of amusement.

        Carelessly, we kicked the sun into the moon,

        In that endless summer in which we played,

        when the nights became pups to our dog days.

        But youth must have its end – as all too soon,

        the sun ate the day – and swallowed the moon.

        That’s now past, so no more weed and guitars;

        now it’s just tea, in a deckchair on the grass.

                                                                     © D G Moody