I Ain't As Good As I Once Was, I Got A Few Years On Me Now, But There Was A Time, Back In My Prime, When I Could Really Lay It Down

--"As Good As I Once Was", Toby Keith

FOR BREANNE ON HER THIRTIETH BIRTHDAY
by E. Patrick Taroc

You were asked when you were your best--
Was it when the fire burned bolder
Throughout a younger head and heart
Only innocence can impart?
It's true most men would be impressed
With wry tales of the wicked lass,
Clad in mischief as her cuirass
And stout chips upon her shoulder.

I confess to those countless years
Spent shining down upon us all
Being branded in recollection
As some proof of your perfection.
Although, while the next birthday nears
With the speed you once blazed down your street,
I doubt your climb is now complete;
Your final britch has yet to fall.

I shall say for now and forever
You're still the drink I want to stir
At thirteen or thirty, with smiles
Or tears that trickle for miles.
You're still the one they call clever
Despite what your time here might tell
For you're still as bad as all hell
And as good as you ever were.

(04/23/10) Copyright 2010 E. Patrick Taroc

Yours Swimmingly,
mojo shivers