Life was so much fun
Acting the part,
Nothing taken to heart
I was a young gun.
Like a fugitive on the run
Friends curried favour,
Whilst the ladies I did savour
Rarely holstering the gun.
Setting phaser to stun
Downing the beers,
The acclaim and the cheers
Rapid firing young gun.
Now the setting sun
Puts the world in go slow,
Life just a fading photo
For this has been, young gun.
Phil Hall May 2014
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