R.M. Engelhardt

THE LAST PUNK ROCKERS

For Kali


She says
That the world
Is changing.




Everything changes,
I say.




But we never
Expected love
Or old age or
All the flowers
Blooming so late.




That happiness
That came later
And not sooner
Or in our younger days
Of punk & whiskey,
Slam dancing & black.




Oh wild nights, wild nights
No longer so wild but
Full of reflection, calm
And quiet reading




And the old memories
Of these defining things




Joy now being
A cup of coffee
And the days
Last cigarette




Old movies
And classical music
On our old radio




Boring?




To some?
Yes perhaps.




But it is these things,
The truths of an
Eternal hope,
An eternal love
That guide us




So let all
The children play




Because the
Old school finally




“Rules”