The summer of '76 was a golden time
The music, the sun and the times divine
The Eagles were kings and we partied on
Drinking and rocking on to every song
As young adults we basked in the glory
As the summer weaved its magic and we made our story
There was no time for regrets or worries for us
Just good times going on forever without a fuss
The sun glistened on the sea and its warmth made
Afternoons of romping on the beach wouldn't fade
There was no internet, mobile phones or computers
You didn't need them as we were all straight shooters!
© Paul Warren Poetry
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I had just graduated high school. Taking college courses, working my first job and enjoying being 18. That was a long time ago. Great poem, Paul.