youthful bliss

A time ago, youthfulness was my friend;
And my solitary taste was pleasure,
Laughter was the jingle of the music,
Indulgence, my escort to and from places.

He initiated me in smoking’s abode;
Two shrines for vodka and beer, I built,
And sexuality soared through the clouds,
Mesmerising gratification, my world view.

In heightened bliss, my conscience perished;
Diffused into a seductive enigma,
And drowned in the ideals of enthralments,
Warnings, splashed as graffiti on walls, ignored.

As swirl as mighty, I slowly exhale;
A rapturous state of bungee jumping,
And the kicks I got, perpetual sovereignty,
Harder to describe, blissful to experience.

Such has been my verve, until now;
Time has metamorphosed into adulthood,
And I have not the moment to spare,
Marriage, children, work and responsibilities.

How I wish I can turn back time;
A bagful of misgivings, a pricey price to pay,
Differently, and cautiously, would I have lived.
‘Better late than never’, the chorus I now sing.