RECOLLECTIONS
When feeling down and my mood is black
I follow memory's well worn track
To a place with meaning from my youth
Where rose tinted thoughts vie with truth
Long since dispersed this place once rang
To sounds of the gathering of our gang
Of adolescents whose sole intent
To enjoy the weekends main event
By the banks of the rivers’ feeding beck.
Entertained by a portable record deck
Rock music played for the thrill it gave
No enhancements of the mind at this simple rave
The words were banal, the beat succinct
No false philosophies to make you think
Of anything other than sheer enjoyment
A group, united, seizing the moment
Perhaps life in general was a simpler thing
And modern living had yet to bring
The pressure on youth which now abounds
Reflected as it is in the frantic sounds
Looking back they say gives a poor perspective
To a life to be viewed with a forward objective
But if memories are put beyond recall
Then what the hell is the point of it alL ?
I follow memory's well worn track
To a place with meaning from my youth
Where rose tinted thoughts vie with truth
Long since dispersed this place once rang
To sounds of the gathering of our gang
Of adolescents whose sole intent
To enjoy the weekends main event
By the banks of the rivers’ feeding beck.
Entertained by a portable record deck
Rock music played for the thrill it gave
No enhancements of the mind at this simple rave
The words were banal, the beat succinct
No false philosophies to make you think
Of anything other than sheer enjoyment
A group, united, seizing the moment
Perhaps life in general was a simpler thing
And modern living had yet to bring
The pressure on youth which now abounds
Reflected as it is in the frantic sounds
Looking back they say gives a poor perspective
To a life to be viewed with a forward objective
But if memories are put beyond recall
Then what the hell is the point of it alL ?