The Old Days Poem by Jack Ingram

The Old Days



With larcenous hearts,

We wrote in red.

And with the sensibilities of outlaws,

We spoke to the dead.

We ate hearty, Drank heartier,

And denied all that was truth.

Never casting thought for consequence,

We smoked away our youth.

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