Ah memories are sweet,

The crank in my memories was as well neat,

Twenty bucks for a little bag,

My neighbor with the Pagans, they never did me cheat…

Not good for my heart,

But did not eat, so no fart,

Went for three days strong,

May be to some a time I did wrong,

Was younger then, putting before the horse, the cart…

Surfed & swam for long hours,

Did not sleep, don’t be lookin’ at me with those glowers,

As I said before, I was much younger then,

Before I found out the rush I get from just doing Zen…

© ed ~ 4/5/06