Times of plenty

i wish it was simple
like it used to be. . .
everything was easy
all my thoughts were free. . .
coffee mornings
cold beer afternoons. . .
butterfly days
nights of rigadoons. . .
spinning ceilings
minds gone mad. . .
times of plenty
our first Olympiad. . .
we rode the wind
and it was good. . .
later on came change
like a predator. . .
prooving everything changes
but change. . .

July 1993