Our Man in Europe/now Belize, Dave Delacroix: "How green was my valley."
...EVERYTHING IS FINE so just how do we pass the Time? "TOUCHWOOD?" (Just for luck.) till depression's "Black Dog" comes along, to lick your toes & "who knows where the Time goes " (Sandy Denny) like a Devil in Dixie, a human-based plague, "sans regrets" nor souvenirs but just the Truth within U that U allow to go astray.
Everything's Kosher. everything's (David Bowie) "Hunky-Dory", on my own 70th. birthday, like a time-line SHRINE proving that I outlasted the Mob and, alas, old friends, pitiful old enemies & even HONOR/old debts now swilling down TIMES DRAIN (And consider! A bankruptcy of convenience?): A horizon-resurrection, some kind of constant cerebral fornication, outright CASANOVA-MASTURBATION, thinking only of those crazy-good old days? Pontius Pilot/hands now somewhat cleansed?
Everything is OKAY-DOAKY. We drink the damned wine. As Time passes, I sojourn like an old grouchy, old Vinyard vine, never failing a season, grapes-abundant, an old CLOCK/un-wound, yet that keeps on ticking: ALLORI! -within a new generations "Hi-Tech" Springtime of which I am barely cognoscente. And why should I care? Could they ever conceive of YOUR world-wide adventures or dare? As for MINE, sometimes we mirror Shakespeare in his darkest soliloquies.
What fools (alas!) we R. And how green was the Valley, where we began. In some cottage, farmhouse, "Projects"/tenement/slum/some "dirty old town" where old dowagers kept an eye on the kids, the MEN, finished work, paid a mother his wages, ate a hearty dinner then went out to SMOKE, a pint of beer or 2 at the local PUB. All WOKED-OUT now...Days of yore.
What fools we R. How green was my valley. Lost loves/DISMISSED in our OWN compound of folly. What HULLABALOO did we enjoin, ENJOY but escape? Poverty? Some societal Zoo? A Cavalry Cross perhaps awaits all we missed, a fair lady's tears who still now weeps for U, for your defeats, your triumphs, perhaps once in a while, your valiant deeds; how green was my valley, then.
c.2026. Dave Delacroix.
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