"The old Green Street Gang"

Flashing neon lights
and steel guitars
passionate nights
in dimly lit bars.
I only wish that I were among
friends I had
when I was still young,
for once I had many-
but now I wonder
if I'm left with any.
Oh, to be
in the company
of those adoring men
but those nights are gone-
never to come back again.
I can almost taste the wines,
sparkling white, rose, or burgundy red
and I can recall every conversation
and all that was said
the music that played
as the dancer's body swayed
and the smoke in the air,
all seems as if I was still there...
the old, beat- up pool table
and playing pinball
and the crazy graffiti
on the bathroom wall.
The nice bartender
who never questioned my age
and the drummer who smiled at me
from the stage...
philosophy and the world
we'd intensely discuss
and analyze ourselves, plan what would become
of us.
Now friends have all scattered
and I am here
what happened to us?
to the carefree atmosphere?
We grew up, adolescence doesn't last
it disolves and blends into the
bygone past.
Still, to recapture the old feelings
I desperately yearn
if only it were possible
to somehow return...
to those teenage years
with their vivacious thrill
yet sadly I know
none of us will.
Some things are impossible
for time passes by
and only fools dare to wonder-
why?