Terry D. Sutherland

IN OUR ERA

Puffing on a maduro cigar
Two fingers of whisky down
White lightning in a mason jar
Finished, with a grimace and a frown
Fights and booze and worn out shoes
Wasted our fragile youth
We were angry then; with wicked pen
We had a conviction lost in use
We drank our way through each day
We needed no excuse
Then one day; it all went away
We were older; and of no use
Now we talk; don’t walk the walk
No one cares if we’re tight or loose
It’s what we did; in our era kid
Let’s proclaim our life a truce