Analysis of Flashbacks

Quite often I get flashbacks
Of my younger days
How I used to be so shy
Till I grew into bolder ways

When Carl Yastrzemski swung his bat
And Bobby Orr scored that winning goal
Crusin’ all night
To that good ole Rock & Roll

What happened to the party boy
That I used to be
And where did the years go
Leaving me with grey hairs I see

My days now, all about work
Tedious and routine
Night time I lay low
At home quiet and serene

It used to be
My Friday and Saturday nights
I’d go through a tank of gas
Rockin’ and Rollin’ till early morning light

Now Friday and Saturday
I’m in bed by 10 P.M.
Too pooped to pop
Not the firecracker I was back then

Aah, but I love those flashbacks
Glimpses of back in the day
When I was foot loose and fancy free
Not caring if my long hair got in the way

Yes, my younger days
Are my comfort zone
And crusin’ is still my pastime
Even if I don’t leave my home

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