BILLY RAY

Cold blustery February day

Frigid wind

Whistles through the flue

My mind adrift to 1980

As I sip a steaming cup of cappuccino

Pondering the word “cool”

It’s variant meaning back in the day

Discretion regarding the presence of cannabis

Getting high and drinking beer

My inner circle of friends

They called me “Billy Ray”

“Hey man, are you holding”?

Life back then

Just as complicated

I

Too young to really care

Cocky and defiant

Fearing nothing

But my warped ego

Hormonal hopped up hat trick

In a congenial sort of way

Encased by flesh and bone

Quite amazed

 I am alive this day

The trip was rife with recklessness

To focus on my past

Not an option now

Merely ardent memories

My soul

Transformed anew

I share the adventure as instructed

By He who made me whole

© Bill Grimes Jr. 2006