Summer stars, loud guitars…fade away
Camaraderie…slowly separates
Sultry winds chafed youngish skins…yesterday
Mine eyes do inform me, ‘tis getting late
We drank nectar of youth…no tomorrows
Climbed mountains of the brain…forever lost
I hear the old tunes… they oft’ bring sorrow
No one tabulated, the future cost
Friday nights were always, something festive
A toke or two of herb…cold keg of beer
The record’s stopped playing…I grow restive
Gray hair and wrinkled skin…make message clear
Youth lost on the young…so the story goes
Songs drift on wind…I still feel summer’s throes
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