I remember the old days
when fun was free
and time was measured not by days
but by adventures had
and boredom conquered

I remember the parties,
the laughs, the bottles
the tricks and jokes
and fiascos

I remember the carelessness
the immaturity, the irresponsibility
the defiance of all
that was not us

I remember the good times
and forgotten the bad
the ones that don't matter
I see why the old folks
shake their fingers at the young
Us, who don't know
the price of fun

I remember lazy days and crazy nights
Midnight romps through the town
Raging escapades with
no purpose, only an idea, a spark

But most of all
I remember the faces, the smiles
The friends
who enjoyed stupidity as much as I
My brothers, my sisters
The ones who knew
that fun is free

I remember it all
The crazy days and lazy nights
The reckless life,
the random trips,
and a time of innocence
when the world was young

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